Lyrics:
Gotta move this bag on the D-low no detour when I'm dishing out free throws
Put 5 inna clip told bro get to mine by 4
3 inna car, got 2 in my hand R2 now
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
and a packet of three
And if I don't get laid I'll sure die tryin'
Tonight this city's gonna be all mine
I want to talk about motorbikes, cars and things
No
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 out
cars, and designer broads
Oh my oh my
Oh my oh my
I've been goin insane in this little mind of mine
I need dollar signs, or its Columbine
We gone cross
tree
Now it was early one spring
And I was tied by my string
In a field of a make-believe farm
When around the house, the boy and the bear
Came
get ya raw
Pound ya from the back, that'll get ya off
You gotta snapper, Baby, you good, don't care about your flaws
If I ask you to turn up in the car
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
excited we're here
I stopped by the fish and chips shop
They act like mates, it makes me cheer
Take me to the beach
Take me to the country
Climb in
There's blacks with knives and whites with guns
fighting in Howard Beach
There's no such thing as human rights
when you walk the N.Y. streets
dream and after lush green
And a sun shinin and enough beach for a lifetime
Or maybe that's just mine
poppin in at hathaway
Wandering gay
Sorry to interrupt your beach party, everyone
Just thought I'd stop by with my car
Four wheels, one key
I must be truly blessed
Life is a school
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
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
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 out
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
wow them boys is,
What it do, homie, callin' this our era
2007, we can print our face on paper
Greenbacks, boy, guaranteed to feel that
By any means,
here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole sagging
Feel the fox
walk around and I try to hide
Cause your eyes
They are telling me good by
I drive my car
Hear the radio
Playing songs
That go around and around in my
my Adidas
Brought a few pills but thats' only fo da skeezas
Used my black car but that's only fo da reefa
What's up? Let's go
Not a day goes by
I pay for it (pay for it, yeah)
He see a car fleet, and all of 'em mine (mine)
Four broads with me, and all off 'em dimes (dimes)
Six chains on me,
Or take a long beach walk on the coastline
We can do all that if you like
Hit the town, go straight to that old bar
Where the boys tell the girls 'bout
and a purpose
It'll lick up all the water thats 3 11/29s
21, 2, and then 3 done came and straight up passed me by
11/29 two thousand and 21 is mine
I know
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
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