Lyrics

Well I walked outside into a sunny day Called some friends to back my play We went downtown to taste a few And then over to the coast To see what kind of trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into In sweet home San Diego Now over to P.B. the tanning ladies San Diego girls they drive me crazy Hooked up on a number or two I'll call 'em up later To see what kind of trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into Now all of the bad times Get 'em outta here To the bum with the cheap wine Get 'em outta here To the perps of the hate crimes Get 'em outta here Because the owner of a calm hand he is the real man Punks on the get low Get 'em outta here To the fools with their fake gold Get 'em outta here To the San Diego po po Get 'em outta here Get 'em outta here Now I called up Zink to hit some spots We bought a couple of beers to chase the shots Pacers, platinum until two Then over to the Vu to see what kind of trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into The trouble that we get into To the nines in the front row Get 'em outta here To the swollen tongue coke ho Get 'em outta here To the watered down drinks low Get 'em outta here Because unless it is a stiff trip You get no tip Filly in the peep booth Get 'em outta here You got the tweaker with the one tooth Get 'em outta here Say poppa on the eighty proof Get 'em outta here Get 'em outta here Now back home to find my bed I gotta cool buzz chillin' inside my head But just before the sun breaks through I choke a little laugh and think about The trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into The trouble that we get into To the busta with the hippy crack Get 'em outta here To the gold chain hair backs Get 'em outta here You got the locs with the swag sacks Get 'em outta here Cause unless you got the kind nugs You get no love Wannabe pornstars Get 'em outta here To the toughs that are so hard Get 'em outta here Granny in her sports car Get 'em outta here Get 'em outta here Get 'em outta here Get 'em outta here Get 'em outta here I said get 'em outta here You got the label with the crook deals Get 'em outta here You got the bands that play with no feel Get 'em outta here You got the sailor in the high heels Get 'em outta here Got the stuffin' that bottleneck Talk about shipwreck Itchy faced crackheads Get 'em outta here You got the flatulating fat chicks Get 'em outta here You got to blast all hypocrites Get 'em outta here Get 'em outta here