Oh, you can do wrong, and you can do cranky, and you can do nothingIn the back of the Bugatti, go let Eastman or RodeoAnd the boys are all felt, they're going to the marketThey're just to the brim, they're headed to the hellThey're driving me in circles, corrugated sandOh, I'm getting to the cabWe're going to the cabWe're going to the cabWe're going to the cabWe're going to the cabI'm on a soul vacation going station to stationLooking at a bright red sign for a parking citationYeah, L.A.'s got the girls with California's hydrationYeah, we're going to the beach, I hope you brought flotationThe boys are all felt, they're going to the marketThey're just to the brim, they're headed to the hellThey're driving me in circlesThey're going to the cabWe're going to the cabI'm on a soul vacation, corrugated sandOh, I'm getting to the cabWe're going to the cabWe're going to the cabWe're going to the cabWe're going to the cabWe're going to the cabWe're going to the cabWe got two kids, got two kids, we got two kidsOh, you could do wrong, and you could do crankoAnd you could do nothing, you could do funLA's got gorgeous, LA's number oneThe boys are all found, they're used to the brandThey're driving me in circles, ignoring any soundThe boys are all found, they're used to the brandThey're driving me in circlesThey're used to the brandThe boys are all found, they're used to the brandYou wanna get yourselfHATS & HATS