Nothing Left to Lose Except you and your baby blues microphone check this rhyme Pancho Villa was a friend of mine I get fucked up, holla back ya'll and I kick it like Jackie Chan with my kung fu style I'll get rid of you in a while (yeah) Hey Hey Hey all the bitches in the back C'mon C'mon get up get up (whoa) I know you know its never forever C'mon C'mon get up get up (whoa) You wanna hear I'm sorry, whatever Now that your gone I'm moving on You wrecked it all There's nothing left to lose except for you Hell yeah! Get my teenage kicks Pullin' down boards like Rodman All the lipstick chicks sing NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA I get fucked up, holla back now ya'll and I rock it like Jackson Browne let me tell ya right now what? I like stippers better anyhow (yeah) Hey Hey Hey all the bitches in the back C'mon C'mon get up get up (whoa) I know you know its never forever C'mon C'mon get up get up (whoa) You wanna hear I'm sorry, whatever Now that your gone I'm moving on You wrecked it all There's nothing left to lose except for you There's nothing left to lose except for you GO!!! C'mon C'mon get up get up (whoa) I know you know its never forever C'mon C'mon get up get up (whoa) You wanna hear I'm sorry, whatever Now that your gone I'm moving on You wrecked it all There's nothing left to lose except for you Now that your gone I'm moving on You wrecked it all There's nothing left to lose except for you There's nothing left to lose except for you There's nothing left to lose except for you