Nightlights Return

1980 - Dirt Nasty

Jack Nicholson:

*What Happened to your queer party frends?*

Dirt Nasty:

I got a gold chain,

I'm on coc*ine,

I'm like 'yo, man(e)',

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.

A** 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. (nope)

Call the pope, pray for me,

Gold Rolls Royce for your lady. (ding!)

I lived through the 80's,

And sh*t was crazy.

Everybody wanna know my name,

Bring the pain and pop the champagne,

Every girl wanna hold my chain,

When I f**k their brains out on the Mustang.

I got a gold chain,

(Like it was 1980)

I'm on coc*ine,

(Like it was 1980)

I'm like 'yo, man(e)',

(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 Cazals

Hotel on sunset,

Young hoes get undressed, (you bet)

Done dick ain't done yet,

Insert the clip, and get the gun wet, (chick, chick)

Nuff' said, I'm radical,

T-shirt say party animal, (Rawr!)

I ain't no amateur,

This ain't no Hands Across America,

I shine like Morrissey on Hennessy on Christmas Eve (Nope)

Naw, more like Morris Day, on hella yay, dressin gay (Ding!)

I lived through the 80's,

And sh*t was crazy,

Everybody wanna know my name,

Bring the pain and pop the champagne,

Every girl wanna hold my chain,

When I f**k their brains out on the mustang,

I got a gold chain,

(Like it was1980)

I'm on coc*ine,

(Like it was 1980)

I'm like 'yo, man(e)',

(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 coc*ine,

I'm like yo man(e)',

What, what, what, what, what…

(I got a, I got a, I got a, got a, got a)

Gold chain,

(Like it was 1980)

I'm on coc*ine,

(Like it was 1980)

I'm like 'yo, man(e)',

(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.