Lyrics:
Stimmy pack came short
I'm bouta storm the capitol
Bitch this chop ain't got no wood but I bet a casket do
Biggest 9 you ever seen and this bitch
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
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
Life runs on no excuses
Everybody will want to hear this music
We all wanna hit the beach n surf
I tell you no man, it's time to work
Nowadays we all
(Hit-Boy)
A man reproduces himself, through his child
So when he leave here, he can just smile
But I see fit to stay here a while
Maybe buy
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
my gun
Ima trap for them bands I be rappin for fun
Put them bags on credit like Capitol 1
I might go put a switch on this blick 26 for the fun
By
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
somewhere...
Words and music: john jack jr
2022 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals, instruments and all other noises by john jack
Each of these
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
on dnd don't hit my phone
Runnin' round long beach city I'm by my lone
Boy Tryna step to me better watch yo tone
I don't like people too much better stay
they ask about the album man we think it's G.O.O.D!
Yet still hood! yet still so pop!
Yet still so rap! yet still so rock!
How that boy so cold? Yet
the steps
Your mind an ocean
Or is it a beach
Your mind an ocean
Or is it a beach
Is your mind an ocean
Or is it a beach
Yeah
Ocean
Beach
Bully
Your boy
will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' it's too
Much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
But that’s a whole ‘nother story
We hit the lab with Game
And a few other names like Juice and Young
Ya boy did the cypher freestyle
And everybody’s
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
I wanna be where the wave hits the shore
Right by the sea down in El Salvadore
Hanging on the beach with the one I adore
Giggy up giddy up romeo
I
we the best
And I'm down in Miami
Ridin' in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog
be nice to beach boy for a year or six
Turn harmony to capitol
Trade the bricks for sand dollars
Dreams are made of comfort
Struggle bursts
naive back then, was full of dreams back then
Makes me think back when, I felt ambition hit
Crazy how shit changes prolly vanished with my innocence
But
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all
the highest shelf shit
I made all these racks all by myself shit im so selfish
Ricky or the raf idk what i'm stepping out in
Rolling up a joint before i even
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