Welcome to the Strip

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JT Music - Rap, Nerdcore

Welcome to the Strip

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[Verse 1] Woke up with a headache but I wasn't hungover I just had my death faked, what better way to wake up sober They told me the deck's rigged, I never had the face for poker What happens in Vegas stays, but in my case, I'm getting closure Started from the bottom, and I'm talkin' bedrock (Damn) Left for dead in the desert with a headshot *bang* That checkered suit I can never forget Thanks for the medicine Doc, but I think I'm ready to jet (Yep) Grab a shovel, dig a grave (Uh, uh, uh) Deck is shuffled, rig the game I know how to lift the stakes Got a Platinum Chip to raise? (Ooh) In Sin City, karma's kinda dead You wanna play your cards close in the wild west (Yeehaw) Baby, you'll want a great hand When you take a gamble with the Wasteland Place some bets, pay your debts, or make plans To kick the bucket, bite the dust and then taste sand (Uh) I'm gonna crack a Nuka Cola, do you want a couple sips? Pipboy equipped, pistol buckled to my hip With a pocket full of shells and another full of chips (Yuh) Saddle up, we're cashin' in [Chorus] Welcome to the Strip, step into an oasis We don't got no script for what goes down in Vegas This ain't no place for keepin' secrets Seal your lips or rest in peace It could cost your life Go on and toss the dice [Verse 2] Fell out of grace with Lady Lucky, guess I'm dead to her (Ooh) But a gentleman would never shoot a messenger (Come on) Forget the temperature, watch your step for predators If you haven't met a gecko yet, you better get insured My run of bad luck's 'bout to add up (Snap) I'll have to cash out, I'm stackin' rads up (Crap) Fresh out of stimpaks, and half my stats suck (Yeah) Plus, I'm over-encumbered with junk I've packed up But I gotta trudge on, rain or shine I'm gonna make sure I deliver right on time (That's right) It's a federal offense when you mess with the mail, man I'm goin' Postal on the Mojave Wasteland House, NCR, and Caesar's Legion Leave it up to me to keep 'em beefin' Got myself a Yes Man who I'd never have a qualm with (Nope) Two heads are better than one, ask a Brahmin [Chorus] Welcome to the Strip, step into an oasis We don't got no script for what goes down in Vegas This ain't no place for keepin' secrets Seal your lips or rest in peace It could cost your life Go on and toss the dice [Verse 3] You tried to murder and bury me, was it worth it jerks? (Sure) You showed me no mercy, now look how we're reversed (Err) Remember when you're deserted that you burned me first I'll tell your mother why you're missing, she's a worrier (Oh no) No, this ain't your day, it'll get worse and worse Don't have my own place, I came to dirty yours Hope you heard my terms, I didn't slur my words Lucky 38, I'd like to purchase, sir (No!) Turn it over to the courier I'm getting even with the House when I play odds They wanted platinum, but they're gonna take bronze I'll leave you in chains, enslaved by Great Khans Now take a look at who's been played by great cons (Yeah) How are you handling my fallout? (Well) I'm a small guy who's makin' tall clouds I'm goin' all out, calling deathclaws out Run motherfucker, 'cause the House 'bout to fall down [Pre-Chorus] Pay your debts and you'll be fine Otherwise you might get crucified That's kinda like takin' a bet With a fully loaded gun playin' Russian roulette The sand is hot but the hearts are cold If you're in too deep then you'll wanna fold Just like a tumbleweed, I'm on a roll Just like a tumbleweed, I'm on a roll [Chorus] Welcome to the Strip, step into an oasis We don't got no script for what goes down in Vegas This ain't no place for keepin' secrets Seal your lips or rest in peace It could cost your life Go on and toss the dice [Outro] Welcome to the Strip Welcome to the Strip Welcome to the Strip Welcome to the Strip Go on and toss the dice

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  • Christian Ames