Well, I love you baby
I'm telling you right here
But please don't make me decide
Between you and a bottle of beer
Come on over
Come on over to my side
Well I may not live past 21, but Woo
What A Way To Die
Your lovin' fluctuates, baby
And everybody knows
But the temperature always stays the same
On an ice cold bottle of
Nigga come on over
Come on over to my side
Well I may not live past 21, but Woo
What A Way To Die
When I start my drinking
My baby throws a fit
So I blitz right outta my mind
With 17 bottles of know what I'm talking 'bout
Baby come on over
Come on over to my side
Well I may not live past 21, but Woo
What A Way To Die
You've got the kind of body
That makes me come alive
But I'd rather wrap my hands
Around a Colt 45
I'm not talking about a beer
I'm talking 'bout a fucking gun
Well I may not live past 21, but Woo!
That's fine
