Day drinking
Sun goes up and drink goes down
Gonna pass another round
To you and me and all these crazy muthafuckers
In Little Havana
We be eatin' tore up from the floor up, gettin' hammered
Can you go down, down, baby, "Country Grammar"
Sorry Miss Thang, pardon my grammar
But I got gifts and hoes, call me Santa
We don't need no holiday
No we don't
We ain't even on Spring break
Cause I know
We can make our own va-cay
And I can show you how we do it