Ludacris, Kimmi J, DJ Quik - Spur of the Moment lyrics

Well you can bring the drinks
A little mo' my way more I say
On another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day
Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8
Fo' a date with some other bust downs
And I cruised up the block
Car losed up the top
I take the breeze, quick break the trees
Feel good as we flippin
Through the Robb Repo't
My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't

Because she can't support that garbage
She should come pay homage
When we pair 'em, we gon' share 'em
When I'm finished we all switch
I ain't really got the time
Yo I'm chillin with Luda-
-cris stop and twist the buddha got
Me feelin like this is it
If we gon' party, we gon' sip, we got a bar
We all in shape, we gon' go far
You can't stop the car
We on the freeway, if you get out you burnt
You woulda thought you woulda learned me
When my hair was all permed
I think y'all bullshittin with it dawg

It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight

G'd up, my mind is freed up

Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice
We used to bag and then truce
We used to sag and get loose
Not the kind of cats that would jump
In your bag for your jewels
But to put some money in it
For your drink and your shoes
We get the News like MTV
Every ten to the hour
We play Mario Brothers
We eat the 'shroom and get power
Now eat your sour powers
And use your dental floss
What does bein mental cost? If you
Ain't knowin you already lost

So stay with me, and let's get tipsy
Rememberin the days on the
Block sippin whiskey
Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin
Gettin lit
Then I wonder why my head kept spinnin
But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now
Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up
Now let's break loose cause
Your boy's arrived
And tonight we gon' celebrate
Bein alive riiiiight

It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight

G'd up, my mind is freed up

It's just one of those days
Without a care in the world
You ain't gotta look mean
I know you care for your girl
But she's lookin this way and
I'm gonna come get her
Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite chipper
Can't nothin go wrong cause my
Strap's on my back
And if fools wanna scrap then
My tool will attack
But forget the click-clack
Ain't no need for the steel
Just a straight house party and
Some meat on the grill

If it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz
I'mma put this on my kids
Stupid it's an outfit
If you ain't been around the
World keep yo' mouth zipped
Cause I do wind-age and elevation
You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo
I'm mo' apt to shoot a
Porno with you in cornrows
And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6"
And show it in the back of my truck
At the picnic

It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight

G'd up, my mind is freed up