801

Growing up in the 801
There's only one club, so we blow it up
Leave your church shoes and your Sunday clothes
But bring your guilt and we gon' let it go

Quarter to twelve on a Saturday night
Hitting a J while we wait in line
Let's leave all those things that we were taught behind
'Cause being ourselves could never be a crime

So what does your mama think, yeah?
So what does your daddy think?
Forget what they think
Forget what they think, yeah

Growing up in the 801
There's only one club, so we blow it up
Leave your church shoes and your Sunday clothes
But bring your guilt and we gon' let it go
You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm
That brings out rebels and get higher and higher
You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm
That brings out rebels and get higher and higher

Me and my girl, we're the stars of the show
Everyone watches us out on the floor
I save her a seat while she gets me a drink
And I love her so, so I don't care what they think
'Cause that's how it goes, there's not a soul that don't know
Yeah, that's how we roll

Growing up in the 801
There's only one club, so we blow it up
Leave your church shoes and your Sunday clothes
But bring your guilt and we gon' let it go
You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm
That brings out rebels and get higher and higher
You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm
That brings out rebels and get higher and higher

Growing up in the 801
In the 801

Growing up in the 801
There's only one club, so we blow it up
Leave your church shoes and your Sunday clothes
But bring your guilt and we gon' let it go
You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm
That brings out rebels and get higher and higher
You, me and Moni gonna rock to the rhythm
That brings out rebels and get higher and higher