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Hell to the No

de Sweet California

I met a guy on Friday night
A geezer in a suit 'n' tie
Well, he was slick and self-assured
And never cared that I was bored
I met a guy on Friday noght
(I hear you sing) I went: Alright!
I'm serious, a celebrity!

I asked him: Are you joking?
I asked him: Are you high?
What kinda smack you smoke in?
That old professor pipe?
And then I saw the devil
He goes: I'm on the level
And I went through the roof

I told him: Hell
I told him: Hell to the no
I told him: Hell
I told him: Hell to the no
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul

Of course I wouldn't buy the hype
He promised me the world and got a fight
He wanted me to join him for a drink
And got it there before my mind could think
He told me I was funny, told me he was sure
That once I'd tasted money I would beg for more
And then I saw right through him
Then I saw the trap
He really though I'd do him!
Until he felt a slap

I told him: Hell
I told him: Hell to the no
I told him: Hell
I told him: Hell to the no
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul

I met a guy on Friday night
He offered me the stars to take a ride
Told me if I'd only treat him good
I would get a limo right outta the hood
Oh, yeah, oh yeaaahhh, ohhh
Guess what I told that no-account sumbitch

I told him: Hell
I told him: Hell to the no
I told him: Hell
I told him: Hell to the no
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul

I told him: Hell
I told him: Hell to the no
I told him: Hell
I told him: Hell to the no
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul

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