Jimmy Mitch - Sup Jimbo... How Was Vegas? lyrics

[Intro: Jimmy Mitch] Man, you wouldn't believe! (Oh!) Lift off in H-town [Verse 1: Jimmy Mitch] Jimmy just touched down on the west coast Home of the best smoke Jimmy out the south I'm a n***a up in Paris Don't know how to act, I met a couple dames at the baggage claim who were old enough to be my parents They approached quickly said, "Welcome to Sin City," "Whatever happens happens," it isn't gon' leave with me They asked me where I'm staying and if I need comapany I referred them to the telly and told them to f** with me Hopped off the shuttle Check-in was a fool so I mosey to the bar and cop a bottle of the bubble 'Vator to my room, slip into my shoes n***a open up the curtains see the city line view Aw man this city's right, dude Maybe I should move here when I finish up school Man the dirty south's cool But moving west is a manifest destiny that I can't shake loose [Hook: Jimmy Mitch] I'm free; I'm lost don't find me I might never leave; it's the place to be [Verse 2: Jimmy Mitch] Yeah, I'm in the place to be; got my n***as with me And booking different resorts so on the strip we link These n***as pa**ing out fliers, they trying hustling me And everybody want a tip, I tell them s** on the D You know I'm playing around, see me be cracking a smile Limousines, pool parties b**h I drink 'til I drown Somehow got back to the room, pa**ed out and woke up at 2 Ain't get to do half of the sh** that I had wanted to do Look, by sunrise I was wide awake; go to where my n***as stay Homie say they came up half a G off of a table game Thinking maybe I should play Lost a couple dubs, n***a I ain't want 'em anyway; pour up, charge it to the game Creep in The Venetian, you should see the ceiling I think I'm outside, b**h it's morning in the evening Got to see it to believe it, pockets bleeding I'm eating Every memory I'm keeping I'm thinking 'bout never leaving [Hook: Jimmy Mitch] [Outro: Jimmy Mitch] Shout out to my n***a for his birthday 25 years you're a mother f**ing OJ I mean OG, I can't speak I be playing poker with my broski Won an Andy Jack off a mother f**ing Georgie