1980

What happened to your queer party friends? I got a gold chain, I'm on cocaine I'm like, yo man 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 (no) Call the pope, pray for me Gold Rolls Royce for your lady (ding) I lived through the 80s 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 (what, what, what, what) I got a gold chain Like it was 1980 I'm on cocaine Like it was 1980 I'm like, yo man 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 Done dick ain't done yet Insert the clip, and get the gun wet Nuff' said, I'm radical T-shirt say party animal (rrah-rrah) I ain't no amateur This ain't no hands across America I shine like Morrissey on Hennessy On Christmas Eve (no) Naw, more like Morris Day On hella yeah, 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 (what, what, what, what) Every girl wanna hold my chain When I fuck their brains out on the mustang (what, what, what, what) I got a gold chain Like it was 1980 I'm on cocaine Like it was 1980 I'm like, yo man 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 What? What? What? What? What? (I got a, I got a) What? What? What? What? What? (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 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