Lyrics:
to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin'
wanna)
A dope beat(with my), a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named Warren G
I'm on my way to the studio, beatin and thumpin
Scoop D from Long Beach
Hey man,what agwan me people man
Wholipa them're wait fi di party time
woay doxam sakh man, this people them wine up man, Fis long time i don't see
that I'm craving bye bye ya it's waving
Hundo mph driving like I'm all flexed up
I'm a youngin' on the rise shout out boy Next Up
Six Feet Summer, album
KXNG CROOKED, Eastside, Long Beach, California
My name is KXNG CROOKED
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
My Playground tony Touch
(Ft gloria Velez, Nicky Jam y Soni)
The Reggaetony Album
Nicky Jam! Pina Records!
El controversial de los rapeadores
Nicky
All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore
On the beach, on the beach, on the beach
Bear bottom, it used to be a lot of fun
We used to jump the fence at my Alma mater
And there we go with the boys
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
a top boy Scorcher and Bashy cant do the same
Real reconize Real , how many albums have you sold to date
I aint saying im Wayne Or Kanye ,But im living
sometimes I can't see
Now I got you hangin' on me
You're dancin' sexy sexy
I'm gonna make you love me
Boy, what you doin' later
After this party gets
dream yeah
Sat by the beach, tell them pinch me yeah
I'm a beach boy like the sixties
And I got a little beach baby rocking with me yeah
She throw it in
Extension cords
White girl got me paranoid
Ink Gawd hust call me Lord
Flipping the script like a musical
After party at your funeral
Boy you ain't
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high!
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy
Got
story beach house, let's throw a party
F!?#ed up in the head, I don't know what happend
I have nightmares and I wake up laughing
With a bottle of Tequila,
beautiful, most gorgeous, most, awesome)
(That's cap, that's cap)
(Haha, shut the)
We was on the beach's getting turnt, Truly's did the work
We didn't have
them jeans
Oh, Trinidad by the beach, mansion
Oh, or Morocco with the belly dancer
Drop it to the floor with it
Baby she's a go get it
I be turned
Me and my girls
We hangin' out
Getting ready for Stacey's beach party tonight
All of us
Are gonna get high
We don't even care if we die
Come on girls
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
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