One Seventeen

i'm not takin no chance tonight

i'm gonna pack me a gat tonight

now i'm gonna sell me some sacks tonight

and if it all goes well and i'm stacked tonight

we can all kick back and we can laugh tonight

you're off track tonight, and if you snooze you lose

you slept, we crept, you're being broke and bruised

that's the life i choose guns, drugs, and booze

and we can get down right here in the street

you choose to live on your knees, i'd rather die on my feet

sheila is a mess-o

she comes from majesto

and you confessed oh

i don't want to let go

she will do her best though

death to confession

everything's ok

if she goes and says so

she's gonna load em up

tie it up, now boot it up

shoot em up, suit em up

cigarette now smoke it up

i got my (?) up

cigarette now smoke it up

she's not my sister

i love to watch you tear it up

and we can get down right here in the street

you choose to live on your knees, i'd rather die on my feet