Lyrics:
Other niggas hate that
Next one only 8 tracks
Niggas know I ate tracks
They fake black
I used to rock evisu with a bape hat, boy talk about a take back
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
me up everyday like what you waiting on
Archie and MK call me up every hour like
When you gonna drop that album man, you're taking long
Man look, can't
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
before you today to bring you a sample of our work
An LP, if you will
The creation of this album sought to bring us closer together
To have all of us in
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
and the door still locked
I don't knock, but the Hit-Boy beats do
Welcome to the Surf Club and we brought the beach too
Westside connected, Ice Cube, Dub C
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
I ain’t jealous
I ain’t selfish
Taking one for the team
She in love with a skater boy
No Avril Lavigne
And I’m stuck in my head
While we laying in
went to school
Didnt know wat to do
Been pressured by my pops
Tellin me wat to do
Kept my calm, you know its cool
Got the waves, i aint in no fuckin
Tattoos on my body
Being followed by these Hotties That's ya Bitch yea probably
Get it Crackin Get it Poppin
I ain't worried bout nothing
Back
don’t hand to hand You album is can of spam
Smack ya whole face with the palm of an ouragatan
Basically you never a had a chance ask ya man
Transform ya
longer faded
I'm passin' tests that, will never be graded
So Holy I cannot be touched by Satan
This album is a safe haven
I cannot be tempted I do not have
least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish
stuck in a bottle of Barbados Rum
A beach umbrella, some Coke and ice, grilled jerk chicken with peas and rice
Make a little more time for a lotta more
Eagle side, homie coming up
I was young and I didn't give a fuck
Long Beach nigga, a fiend for the bucks
Lean in my chucks, banger, I'm tough, yeah
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
(not accurate to album performance)
There are these two women
And they are on their first date
And they're both kind of nervous
I guess just because
door, breathing off
Respirators for killing my best boy, haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping
on her to some C5, cut on Funeral and she die
Your change ain't long enough, yo' peeps ain't strong enough
Yo' beach ain't warm enough
You ain't been in
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
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