Murs - Life Vegas lyrics

[Murs] Left the house at 10:50 bout to hit Sin City In a new rental car With a broad spinnin with me Drove past Whiskey Beats, right past Primadonna What's about to go down I could never tell my momma No drama, just fun, getting drunk, yelling "Shotgun!" Club of Kings, I'm already on one And I won't pa** out, I can drink for days Catch me at 7am still dancing at Dre's [Slug] Boom! Ya heard!? BOOM BA BOOM From the moon to noon we consume the room From july to june, from womb to ya doom Come groom this tune if not now, then soon Talking to a chick with a purse full of black chips About a half a gla** before a mattress Cigarrette ashes in her lap and a drunk laugh Sloppy kisses offerin a tongue bath [Hook 2X] The city that stays up all night, it's alright Everyone wants their name up in tour lights Hold 'em! Roll dice! Hit me! Place it! Live by chance, life is like Vegas! [Slug] It's hotter than my bathtub water Don't know yet? You better ask your daughter Glance around and take in the festive Hands down, from the crib to the d**hbed Las Vegas, where the long legs is Looked through the Ace of Spades just to baitfish Send a lucky hustler back to basics Or load 'em up with enough to crash the gate with [Murs] Now Southwest got tickets going for the right price And this MC won't miss no flight Gotta holla at B, so hip-hop sight I'mma need that cheese so the trip go right Headin to the Octagon for some UFC Me and homeboy D U S T 3G's cash and a card on me We bout to blow it up for the 213 [Hook] [Murs] Now what happens in Vegas, you ain't supposed to tell But I was front row seats watchin Dave Chappelle Mandalya Bay, fool! At the House of Blues! Didn't gamble that day, couldn't stand to lose Mouth full of booze and I'm headed out to Cheetah's Bought to get a lap dance from a skin tight diva Bought to make a rap fan out this midnight creature That's dressed like a school girl with plans for the teacher [Slug] She's startin' to yell again! Its time to get lost! Why not? Already made the dick soft Caught the next flight, pa**ed out at lift off Back at the tribe where the sh**'s tossed Cause the big boss is pissed off Tipped off by a thick jawed pit boss With one finger bit off They were gettin ripped off Fit for a quick loss, tricked off Hittin off the top of the fish sauce [Hook] [Slug] You gotta feel this modern vaudeville Tall on pills sugar walls get filled It's all built for the dismantled Like the room gets billed for the s** channel Somewhere in the middle of nowhere The winds that blow there That ain't got no cares Keep the drinks full Shoes laced up Life Vegas, is what it's made of [Murs] Shopped at Ceasar's, maxed out Visas Hard liquor shots till I caught amnesia Rio, Bally's, Mustang Sally's The reason L.L. never made it back to Cali Gourmet foods, buffet booze Where hookers don't hesitate to scuff their shoes Everyone has a price, everything is for sale Where it's hot as f**, but fun as hell [Murs, yelling] VEGAS, BABY! YES! This f**ing song makes me wanna stop what I'm f**ing doing and go right now! If you're not 21. you don't know sh** bout life till you been to VEGAS! Everyone else on the strip right now is at Cheetah's Slug, get in the car! We gotta pick up Ant! I'm gonna start smoking cigarettes again, I'm gonna start drinking again, just for this sh** Naw, its none of your business, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas Shut the f** up. VEGAS! YEAAAH! I LOVE IT! JACKPOT! Comp? Put it on my room. I'm outta here, I'm going to Vegas! TURN IT UP!