1980

[Dirt Nasty Aka Simon Rex] [Verse 1] I got a gold chain I'm on cocaine I'm like yo mane I rolled in, straight from Oakland Holding my dick like a US Open Trophy Word up to hyphy, y'all don't know me - Dirt Nasty Asscheecks spread wide G-string, to the side 1 drink, courvoisier 2 drinks, vodka straight 3 drink, I'm in the sink Throwin up on my brand new mink Coat, and I'm doing coke Y'all can't hold my donkey rope (nope) Call the pope, pray for me Gold Rolls Royce with ya lady (ding) I lived through the 80s, and shit was crazy [Hook] Everybody wanna know my name Bring the pain and pop the champagne Every girl wanna hold my chain When I fuck their brains out on the Mustang I got a gold chain Like it was 1980 I'm on cocaine Like it was 1980 I'm like yo mane Like it was 1980 It sure don't seem that way to me, and tell your girl to stop page me [Verse 2] I rolled in, stoned as hell White lines, gold gazelles Hotel on Sunset Young hoes get undressed (you bet) Dirt dick ain't done yet Insert the clip and get the gun wet '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 Morrisey on Hennesey on x-mas eve (no) No more like Morris Day on hella yay dressing gay (ding) I lived through the 80s, and shit was crazy [Hook] Everybody want to know my name, bring the pain and pop the champagne Every girl wanna hold my chain when I fuck their brains out on the Mustang I got a gold chain Like it was 1980 I'm on cocaine Like it was 1980 I'm like yo mane Like it was 1980 It sure don't seem that way to me, and tell your girl to stop page me I got Like it was 1980 I got a gold chain Like it was 1980 I got a gold chain Like it was 1980 Gold chain Like it was 1980 It sure don't seem that way to me, and tell your girl to stop page me