Lyrics:
to tell them I found em a star
Cruising down PCH, the system is loud in the car
Might swing by the Louis Burger down in Long Beach, quarter pounder with
I ride by, when I ride by
New kicks, new sneaks, fresh as fuck on the beach
Bad bitch, Georgia peach, turn a nerd to a freak
Make a nigga rest in
time was torn
'cause if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I bought you somethin' too, what's mine is yours
But now you'd rather bring me down
She's hairdresser hot (hot) motorcycle mean (mean)
Hillbilly helmet, every country boy's dream (I must be dreamin!)
She cooks like her momma do,
her man
You need a keys to a Beamer
Like I'm Beenie Man
You see me man, I'm a handsome boy
I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more
I be glances
and leave her man
You need a keys to a Beamer
Like I'm Beenie Man
You see me man, I'm a handsome boy
I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more
I be glances
and cars?
Or maybe we just need some perspiration 'cause we're frostbitten Canadian boys
Put on your sunglasses / get in on the parade
We're gonna cruise
need
No love, no love, no love in the streets
Yeah, shawty was the real MVP
I was chilling on the beach by myself, yeee
I was chilling by myself
me
Stroking your waist
You were stroking my cheek
We were just out the teens
We had sex on the beach
Your parents were drunk
And mine were asleep
clean, got some young's that'll bag it for me
Rarely skating, but your car flick diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy that's matrimony
You'll
teachers ‘cause we
Had the same car but mines had more features
Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
the paint, rims deep in the dirt
Gotta car full of work, nigga pocket full of hurt
Choppa on the front seat, sucka if you want beef
I'm in dade county, I'm
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
me cuz my grind they know they aint got a grind like mine nigga
Ya feel me
And thats what Im sayin like
Bruh I couldn’t help the shit even If I wanted
invest in me
Likes them sexy moves
He really feels the grove
Flies me out to the motherland
Walking down the beach
Hand in hand
Buys me shoes, buys me cars
(Shorty get to twitching)
Grra, Grra
Uh-uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh
Woah-oh-oh
(Claiming she mine, claiming she mine)
Ay
Ay
Shorty she claiming she mine, but
We left, and found out that ya car got towed
I paid cash to get it back cause the boy got dough
We on the road but you saying that you need more
We hit
two hogs (What)
We dip smooth, dog, gotta make a few calls
Scrapped the whole car, then we head to that huge mall (Huge mall)
You want that hot sauce,
or red bled soft and smooth
Onto your skin
Pop the pistol when moon shows
It's time to begin
Down by the beach the chairs and the surf and the sin
Pop
enough you gon be mine
Soon enough youre gon be mine
I remember we was on the beach
Chillin by the coast
Now I got no off days and i only see you
a pair of ice creams
でもおれの宝 内に秘めた超ラージなスキルがあるから
いつの日かぶちあたる gold mine
磨く skill で I'm gonna shine!
We got big jewels (big jewels), big cars (big cars
dive, won't think twice
Your little baby bone boy killin' me
Swearing he's grown when he got that steel
But he ain't swam with that blue whale
I ain't
a brand new hobby
They be waiting on the boy they be chilling in my lobby
Bitches jumping on me man I guess they feeling froggy
We be chilling by the water
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