Parlophone Records - Pa** Out (Snoop Dogg Remix) lyrics

It's okay, I'm good Lets go Yeah, yeah we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast a celebration get a gla** out And we can do this until we pa** out So, let it rain Let it pour away (yeah) We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pa** out Yeah I'm in charge now I'm a star and I bought my f**ing cast out I live a very very very wild lifestyle Heidi and Audrina eat your heart out I used to listen to you, don't wanna bring arms out I've got so many clothes I keep some in my aunts house Disturbing London baby we about to branch out Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles child Yeah, yeah and there ain't nobody fresher Semester to semester, ravin' with the freshers Twenty light bulbs around my table and my dresser CLC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her Say hello to Dexter, say hello to uncle Fester Got 'em gazing at my necklace and my crazy sun protectors G-Shocks I got a crazy gun collection Haters, I can't f**in' hear your reception Yeah, yeah we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Lets have a toast a celebration get a gla** out And we can do this until we pa** out So let it rain Let it pour away And we won't come down Until we hit the ground and pa** out Trip this, sip this, hold on for a second Yeah, you can't for I got something to say You know who it is It's the one and only Baby pop your a** out Gonna put your gla** out So we gonna blow for sure until you pa** out I'm like schlik with, I'm old school from back in the day See they didn't let the big Dogg back up in the UK Now you know I party hearty and play A landy sipper, Tinie Tempah, pick up awry Glastonbury, oh limbo lay You motherf**ers gonna remember me I'm like The Beatles with needles me and my peoples are legal We drop a heaters fajitas, you mean fajitas to peelers And Virgin Airlines, that's how they greet us They had to join us, they knew they couldn't beat us Draped in my adidas like running in And the gangsters not sounding like they ain't running it You know who to call on the gangster man To smoke that weed till I fall on my back Uh, look at me I been a cheeky ba*tard, man I am Look at all the drama we started, now I am In here layin' on my back, sayin' DJ Won't ya gimmie one more track I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning So let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pa** out So let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pa** out Pa** out Pa** out Pa** out Pa** out Pa** out