Lyrics:
And there's three, count 'em three
Children playing on the beach
They were eager to learn
To be taught and to teach
There's Veronica
She's
like a chimney
I ain't wit it
Split ya melon
I ain't gangster
I'm strategic
Send my young boys out to get um
Ima leave the boy unmentioned
From Nairobi
peeps
By the lake with our feet on the beach
The next day I'm here to see my other friends, in the car ridin solo
By the studio where my homies display
inside there
He’s gone forever don’t stare
He liked to party by the beach
He needs connections just to breath
I’d rather hang out being free
let’s ditch
When u look in my eyes I wonder baby girl like tell me what you see
When u walking on the beach and chilling by the waves flowing by the sea
I done
the boys go surfing
Just shut your mind out for a while
You watch white brakers crash
On the palm-lined beach
An easy way of life
Life by the ocean
Now she
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
myself a party
You know a flyin' saucer landed right by my side
You know a big green man jumped out and boy, you know he robbed me
You know he beat me
frente
Tudo que tentares da no negativo
Meus niggas são bombas todos explosivos
Um frente a frente sairás com adesivos
Um gajo afectado metal corrosivo
Beach boy in the sun
Beach boy in the sun
Ayy, watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin' (this how we living, no actin')
I got
in the life of a Florida boy
Samson, bring the noise
Driving expensive cars yeah, yeah
Puffin' on Cuban cigars, driving expensive cars
I'm the best by
plan, boy
Now I'm in L.A., singin' on the pier
Even got approached by a saweetie boy
Got that look, cause I'm different, boy
Had to jump off the porch, go
out the friend zone
When I pull up in that blacked-out Lambo
Catch you riding shotgun, let ya friends know
Kill 'em girl (How boy? Tell me how)
(How
Except my nuts
I got baby, champion, no one above
My boy's got all my love
From ND to Sandon, frequen-cy up and camping what
Let it be and happen, If all
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
boy's corpse flooded on a tourists beach
To start commiseration and stop listless confession
And still most people mistake self-pity as compassion
But
the deal
Girls sayin he so handsome
I'mma Dade County yopper boy i earn stripes
I got soldiers that'll flop you for it
Now I'm bouncin with a hood rat
She
but
That little boy is grown now
Yeah I'm on my own now but
I ain't living by myself
Got a home in the motherland
Now that's what I call real wealth
We
but sunsets on the beach
Got some dirt on my boots for these gold teeth
My old boy never saw my goatee
I roll trees for the times I had dreams
'Bout
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