Paroles 1980 de Dirt Nasty

Textes et Paroles de 1980

[Jack Nicholson:]
"What Happened to your queer party frends? "

[Dirt Nasty:]
I got a gold chain,
I'm on cocaine,
I'm like 'yo, man(e)',

What, what, what, what?

I rolled in, straight from Oakland,
Holdin' my dick like a U.S. Open
Trophy.
What up to *hyphy*,
Ya'll don't know me, Dirt Nasty.
Ass cheeks, spread wide,
G-String, to the side.
One drink, Courvoisier,
Two drink, vodka Straight,
Three drink, I'm in the sink,
Throwin' up on my brand new mink
Coat.
And I'm doin' coke,
Y'all can't hold my donkey rope. (nope)
Call the pope, pray for me,
Gold Rolls Royce for your lady. (ding!)

I lived through the 80's,
And shit was crazy.
Everybody wanna know my name,
Bring the pain and pop the champagne,
Every girl wanna hold my chain,
When I fuck their brains out on the Mustang.

I got a gold chain,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm on cocaine,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm like 'yo, man(e)',
(Like it was 1980)
It sure does seem that way to me,
And tell your girl to stop pagin' me,

(What, what, what, what?)

I rolled in, stoned as hell,
White lines, gold gazelles.
Hotel on sunset,
Young hoes get undressed, (you bet)
Done dick ain't done yet,
Insert the clip, and get the gun wet, (chick, chick)
Nuff' said, I'm radical,
T-shirt say party animal, (Rawr!)
I ain't no amateur,
This ain't no Hands Across America,
I shine like Morrissey on Hennessy on Christmas Eve (Nope)
Naw, more like Morris Day, on hella yay, dressin gay (Ding!)

I lived through the 80's,
And shit was crazy,
Everybody wanna know my name,
Bring the pain and pop the champagne,
Every girl wanna hold my chain,
When I fuck their brains out on the mustang,

I got a gold chain,
(Like it was1980)
I'm on cocaine,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm like 'yo, man(e)',
(Like it was 1980),
It sure does seem that way to me,
And tell your girl to stop pagin' me,

What, what, what, what?

(What happened to your queer party friends?)

I got a gold chain,
I'm on cocaine,
I'm like yo man(e)',

What, what, what, what, what...
(I got a, I got a, I got a, got a, got a)
Gold chain,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm on cocaine,
(Like it was 1980)
I'm like 'yo, man(e)',
(Like it was 1980),
It sure does seem that way to me,
And tell your girl to stop pagin' me
What, what, what, what?

Gold chain
(Like it was 1980)
I'm on gold chain
(Like it was 1980)
I'm on gold chain
(Like it was 1980)

(I'm On)
It sure does seem that way to me,
And tell your girl to stop pagin' me.

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