you're my Las Vegas And I don't know what I'd do without you Just hope and pray your chips fall my way real soon 'Cause baby you're my Las Vegas And
headin' west I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas
When they asked him what he pled he said, "You're fuckin' up my colors!" [Mr. Lif] Okay, Jose's working in the slaughterhouse Said he's living in the hood, but he wants
brought you through the lean times By making it up Hey, did I ever tell you The time I married my cousin up in Las Vegas? Yeah, Stoney Tell it again
you kidding? ... you're not kidding ... a mountain ... with a tree growing off of it's shoulder? aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah listen, by the way,
you strapped, let's play two on two You're eyein' us in the iron bus Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch So what you boys gon' do to me,
letter up Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T Money thick as blue
strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two You're eyein' us in the iron bus Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch So what you boys gon'
LAS VEGAS . . . It's off to LAS VEGAS to check out the lounges Pull a few handles, And drink a few beers, (Oh, ETHELL!) ETHELL, my darling, you know
up like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T Money thick as blue
