801

Growing up in the 801 There's only one club, so we blow it up Leave your church shoes and your Sunday clothes But bring your guilt and we gon' let it go Quarter to twelve on a Saturday night Hitting a J while we wait in line Let's leave all those things that we were taught behind 'Cause being ourselves could never be a crime So what does your mama think, yeah? So what does your daddy think? Forget what they think Forget what they think, yeah Growing up in the 801 There's only one club, so we blow it up Leave your church shoes and your Sunday clothes But bring your guilt and we gon' let it go You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels and get higher and higher You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels and get higher and higher Me and my girl, we're the stars of the show Everyone watches us out on the floor I save her a seat while she gets me a drink And I love her so, so I don't care what they think 'Cause that's how it goes, there's not a soul that don't know Yeah, that's how we roll Growing up in the 801 There's only one club, so we blow it up Leave your church shoes and your Sunday clothes But bring your guilt and we gon' let it go You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels and get higher and higher You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels and get higher and higher Growing up in the 801 In the 801 Growing up in the 801 There's only one club, so we blow it up Leave your church shoes and your Sunday clothes But bring your guilt and we gon' let it go You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels and get higher and higher You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm That brings out rebels and get higher and higher