 Well, I'm packing up my game and I'ma head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flint Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pill And I'm a kid, rock it up and down your block Go with a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag, say you're chillin' the most Then rock that bitch, jump it down the coast, give a toast