Lyrics:
Fonzarell'
Long Beach to the Bay (to the Bay)
'Frisco to L.A. (L.A.)
Don't care what you say (what you say)
They all family (family)
We all family,
Long Beach, stand up! (Plain Pat, what up?)
It's your hometown boy Mark Spitz and uh
Now I've been getting fucked
Up all night long
This weed
walk in
You gonna have to leave that bullshit at the door (At the door!)
No need for that
No need for that
I'm a East Side Long Beach
Crip flockin' 4
The Headboard Go(Er,Er,Er,Er)
[Chorus]
[Kellz:]
Girl, I Wanna Hit It Wit Yo Clothes On
Baby, U Don't Have 2 Take Them Boy Shorts Off
Let Me Tell U Why
Cuz I Got
into a mirror, I looked like that girl I saw in an underwear commercial
“Hahah, that’s more like you”
I had long, waving hair, my eyes were light blue,
that I go!
I’m from the E-A-S-T-S-I-D-E, ride with me.
East sider long beach.
R-T-C and I-C-G.
O-M-G and Y-M-C.
Owin’ me I’m COB.
Ima take my
stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us
stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us
aiming for the throne
No baby seats
You or ya man get it
We sending shots at ya hea
Ny style like a rude boy yankie fitted
Like bottle drinks wit no sip in
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
long way
No demons
Surrounded by angels
Cuz I you must watch what ya say
Ain't da same Nate from way back in the day
Know it's Game Over You Play
Give
Flowmasters, top down
Gold Daytonas, I ride around
Swap Meet, Venice Beach
You looking broke, not me
I'm riding big, I'm shining big
I hit her
take 5, girls, take it one more time)
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Very nice, Meg
Do you think so, mother, really?
You've come a long way since
nick'n
Ain't talking dope, I am way too legit man
When Fleeto drop guarantee he don't miss man
These boys are clowns, they are mad that I'm it man
Long ass
Written and recorded by Hank Snow
(spoken)
Well howdy boys, howdy, man, man it sure seems like a long time
Since I last rode down this old trail.
was rated P.G.
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to, Ghost here they come now!
Er! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch,
Look, didn't I settle down with
One and get faithful?
When I had options, your boy had a plate full
Didn't I go on TV and wear Grateful
Instead
and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock
The girls they walk in two's and three's, their pretty cotton frocks teased by the breeze.
And I will find
a job getting paid dollars by the week
I call my calls nigga I'm my own boss
Some niggas travel for the duffle
Make the wrong calls
And the take the long
I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal
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
Flex (Yeah flex)
She like the way I'm stepping
Album dropping soon I still got jammers in collections
Headed to the top ain't never stopping living
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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