Lyrics L.A. Guns – Vine St. Shimmy

You wanna freak all night, baby let’s go!
Your mind’s in the gutter
And your sucks full of blow
Make it fast & make the scene

Fast mouthed johnny thought he’d even the score
One more trash talk and mother lovin’ honey
Knock in at your door

Hold steady rockin the floor
Turn it up if you want some more
Make money, that’s a gimme
You hit the wall and do the vine St. Shimmy

Leroy talks to the girls. Well alright
Size em up good for the party tonight
Make it last & do your thing
Hear the cash going chingy ching ching

Last night Jimmy thought he’d even the score
One more trash talk and one more fight
Take it downtown for the big one tonight

Hold steady rockin the floor
Turn it up if you want some more
Make money, that’s a gimme
You hit the wall and do the vine St. Shimmy

Last night Jimmy thought he’d even the score
One left swinging, one outside
Shot with the pistol, double homicioe

Hold steady rockin the floor
Turn it up if you want some more
Make money, that’s a gimme
You hit the wall and do the vine St. Shimmy

Hold steady rockin the floor
Turn it up if you want some more
Make money, that’s a gimme
You hit the wall and do the vine St. Shimmy