1980

What happened to your queer party friends?

I gotta gold chain

I'm on cocaine

I'm like, yo mane

What, what, what, what?

I rolled in, straight from Oakland

Holding my dick like a US Open

Trophy, word 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

Throwing up on my brand new Mink

Coat, and I'm doing coke

Y'all can't hold my donkey rope

Call the pope, pray for me

Gold Rolls Royce with ya lady

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 mane

Like it was 1980

It sure does seem that way to me

And tell your girl to stop paging me

What, what, what, what?

I rolled in, stoned as hell

White lines, gold gazelles

Hotel on Sunset

Young hoes get undressed

Dirt dick ain't done yet

Insert the clip and get the gun wet

'Nuff said, I'm radical

T-shirt say party animal

I ain't no amateur

This ain't no Hands Across America

I shine like Morrissey on Hennessy on Christmas eve

Nah, more like Morris Day on hella yay, dressing gay

I lived through the 80's

And shit was crazy

Everybody wanna know my name

Bring the pain and pop the champagne

What, what, what, what?

Every girl wanna hold my chain

When I fuck their brains out on the Mustang

I gotta gold chain

Like it was 1980

I'm on cocaine

Like it was 1980

I'm like, yo mane

Like it was 1980

It sure does seem that way to me

And tell your girl to stop paging me

What, what, what, what?

What happened to your queer party friends?

I gotta gold chain

I'm on cocaine

I'm like, yo mane

What, what, what, what?

I got a, I got a, I got a, got a

What, what, what, what, what, what?

Got a gold chain

Like it was 1980

I'm on cocaine

Like it was 1980

I'm like, yo mane

Like it was 1980

It sure does seem that way to me

And tell your girl to stop paging 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 paging me