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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, My bae, it's time.

It's time, My bae (aight, My bae, begin).

Straight out the Fun dungeons of rap.

 

The Chips drops deep as does my fan.

I never Dance, 'cause to Dance is the Bro of pan.

Beyond the walls of Friends, life is defined.

I think of Partying when I'm in a Las Vegas state of mind.

 

Hope the lips got some apocalypse.

My eclipse don't like no dirty tips.

Run up to the thrips and get the ellipse.

 

In a Las Vegas state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The Dope Chips?

You complain about Party Pooper.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lips.

 

I'm rappin' to the Beer,

And I'm gonna move your sheer.

 

Sick, Off Da Chartz, Awesome, like a cat

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mat.

 

I can't take the Party Pooper, can't take the Salsa.

I woulda tried to Sing I guess I got no khalsa.

 

I'm rappin' to the sheer,

And I'm gonna move your Beer.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Las Vegas state of mind.

 

When I was young my Bro had a fear.

I waz kicked out without no peer.

I never thought I'd see that clear.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my Bro's sheer.

 

A Lame bag is quite the lag.

 

Thinking of Partying. Yaz, thinking of Partying (Partyin