Lyrics:
'em up at gunpoint
Keep cranking them Beach Boys
Whatcha wanna do tonight?
I'll make it all happen
Mixing up OJ
And champagne
Cooler than
it though so if I overdo it, you drove me to it
When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do
And murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony
the boy on the beach with the guitar,
All sharks' Beretta's:
Click-click, click-click, click-click, click!
We're the band on the stage at the wedding
By
anymore, it's so surreal
I can't survive if this is all that's real
All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach get high
All I wanna
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
as long as you grease it first... very sore if you don't.
Now! The first two tracks, as we've said, Running Free and Sanctuary, were recorded at Long Beach
Thing-fish:
Ob'dewlla! is why'awright? don't be pullin' de boy's chain too hard dere! he gots 'nuthuh show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I
a fortune for himself
But it remains to be seen whether he
Can do the same for Atlantic Records
In Malibu, as the sun goes down, Meek
Storms the beach with
Co-log-nuh!
Galoot co-log-uh-nuh!
Thing-fish: (spoken)
Oh! do yoseff a favum 'n don't use it! oooooooh! look at these ugly suckers! boy, when white folks come
his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now: Eazy Duz It
his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now: Eazy Duz It
the Puna Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Flip it again
I'm celebrating every single win
Getting under
the Puna Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Flip it again
I'm celebrating every single win
Getting under
the Puna Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Flip it again
I'm celebrating every single win
Getting under
only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way that I speak, Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
Thing-fish:
You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!
Evil
Do you remember back in old L.A. (Wo-oh-oh)
When everybody drove a Chevrolet (Wo-oh-oh)
Whatever happened to the boy next door,
Suntanned,
johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi
There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across
the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin' this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes,
on the frontlines, suited
By Him Alone in the building
We do it, we do it
I'ma do it for God (do it)
I'ma do it for the Lord (do it)
I'ma do it Messiah (do it)
I'ma
the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin' this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes,
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