Happy Birthday, Lucky Bastards

What Midnight Light,
What Sound of Casino,
What beauty of the modern Eye,
Las Vegas Strip, one wants to die.

It takes few Master Pimps,
Some Drinks, Some Good Food,
Suit case of money,
Oh this feels good.

I bet on red,
That is why I am sad,
These guys are better,
They bet much greater.

They are BJ professors,
They are Blue Label or better,
They are get rich or die trying,
They are 8 Mile.

So this weekend,
In the Encore Vegas,
There will be two birthday Pimps,
Getting happy or better.

They will be feasting
Get wasted and fucking,
We will all be here,
And we gonna like it, AIT!