1969

[Hook: Dr. Hollywood] I ain't got no money, but my love is real I'm gonna drop some acid, I wanna smoke some weed I wanna fuck you like it's 1969 She's got them go-go boots, she's a flower child We could go all the way, but first you wait a while I wanna party like it's 1969 [Verse 1: Dirt Nasty] '69 Summer of Love, 1980 summer of drugs Man, I shoulda been a hippie, dropped the acid with Janis and Jimi Do me while I hit the doobie Flower in her ear, natural boobies Coochie bushy as fuck, free love and the V Dub Bus Woodstock here I come, with a bag of shrooms and my loaded gun So huh, just relax, kick back and hit this hash Thumbs up on the shoulder pads You know the rules: ass, grass or cash Stay high, stay nude, say goodbye to my bottle of Quaalude [Hook: Dr. Hollywood] [Verse 2: Too Short] Everybody's poppin' bottles and dreamin' about goin' out with models I spend a lot on a round of shots, I get drunk and I clown a lot But I wish I could go back in time, back to 1969 Maybe hit a few orgies, y'all, and have unsafe sex with gorgeous broads Yea, that's what's up, I could use my dick to express my love Because I love you baby, that was 40 years ago I must be crazy You wanna get your hype with me, then go far away from society I just know want to fuck you now, let's drop out and make a love child [Hook: Dr. Hollywood]