Lyrics:
She's the queen of California
Her daddy own the piece of beach
She can do things for ya
She got the Hollywood reach
Said she don't wanna
Cash Money never paid me
But your boy did his thing
And still make cash money
Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna
Rolex, mo' sex
Let's take your car and to amusement parks USA
At Palisades in Salisbury park the roller coasters are flyin
At Euclid Beach on the flying turns
Let's take your car and to amusement parks USA
At Palisades in Salisbury park the roller coasters are flyin
At Euclid Beach on the flying turns
to feature a rap artist
But most of the rappers
They don't like to rap about politics man
They only want to rap about cars
Girls, alcohol you know
And we
RIP Dolph we got cars in the camo N Paint
We got da gas by da pound N OVO bullets it come Wid da Drake
I been here beforeee
She wanna go
I fight me a clown
Switch on the back of the Glock, shi, shi
Bows get sold by the pound
Niggas be lackin', hop out in traffic with ah drum
You know
before,
We could walk by the shore
In the moonlight
Beach baby, beach baby,
There on the sand,
From July to the end of September
Surfin' is fun,
We'd be out
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,
through like a asteroid, catch boy
Look what you done I'm a motherfucking starboy
Going far boy, give a fuck bout who you are boy
Each line of mine every
lives for me
Leather jackets and boots and getting by by the beach
She tells me she loves me all the time
Now kick back and just enjoy the ride
Ooh Teddy
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
does it feel?)
Ah-ha-ah-ha (Shit it feel great, baby)
I never been to South Beach 'til I got the DMV
I just want you to know that my boy
Man
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls
Shorty do her own damn thang
She wanna go and get high all day
(What she say to me)
She know where I stay
That's by the beach
She fuck with the beach
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls
Boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this
D-boys moving that heavy weight
Word to Heavy-D I push that Heavy D from Mount V
to the shores of south Beach
Haters mugging me, and I'm all about that
to serve an ounce
Getting it by all accounts
I'm saying we been at it for a long time
Feeling like I'm sitting on a gold mine
Don't ask me why the label
night
What do you think about California
We could stay there all day if you wanna
If I'm by your side
Your hand in mine
We could walk the beach or stroll
in his other...
Dope car (x3)
Cars
Dope car]
Yo I see cars driving by me looking milky and shiny
Tires made from Pirelli getting all
damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By the beach
With my ten toes down
Like damn
Real talk
Watch the sun go down
Watch the freaks come up
As I
You got to respect me
Cause I was the first millionaire off the streets, boy
Ain't nobody ever had a hustle like mine
In '72, I was
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