Lyrics:
our hands
Wash our hands
Solar powered water energized by the sun
Faces too?
No I'm sweaty from all this drama
Now what?
Take your pen
And write down
on the shore
For the space of seven long years or more
She spied a ship come in to the bay
With her son from far away
"Oh, Captain dear, where have ye been.
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From hard luck tricks
To trust fund freaks
Bathroom stalls to penthouse suites
I been around
I been around
From the bottom of the barrel
slide in
We can keep it private
Hit you from your front to your back to your side and
Girl I'm known for action
Sexual satisfaction
I'm the one that
And he stood in tassel and tears,
? such maker and just to leave
And ask if I'm right, we're making good time
We'll make when fall by time
Not from Atlanta, but I got the cater
Not from Chicago, but I'm a bear
I'm a bay area nigga, 49er, Raider
I'm about my bread man, I ain't no sucker
(blow my mind all the time)
I blow your mind (blow my mind)
Now DJ Quik got a bitch from the Bay
Say she wanna fuck his lil' homie
Got her sipping
awhile
I don't know what love mean
She look my in my eyes
She standing my by the side
I know that she gon ride
For her I'll go meet God, Bonnie-Clyde aye
many doubt, from when pockets been a drought
Flexin' from tha muscle I been turnin' out, work it out
When I say, Tonikaku Jay
Where he stay that's by tha
candle sticks
To keep the bloodsuckers at bay
Put 'em all on display
Free myself from the beast's rib cage
Mouth like an automatic
Tongue like a switch
on the moon.
A stripped bass breaks the surface
As the sunset fades away
And our journey from the Sea of Storms
Takes us home beside the bay.
We go
the cuts and came up with legitimate wealth
From the ?? hardest city by the Bay
Busting rhymes, dropping nines dropping simply for a payday
Had his rest
to the stars, stars stars
From Orlando, New York City, to Nevada, Mississippi
We can dance, dance, dance to the bay
Don't give up tonight
Don't give up
I'm from killer, killer Cali'
We ride low-low Chevys and Caddys
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you can lose your
of Greece
There you hear the music down the bay
Where they all sing along on
The words of a song
Melodies of love in every way
Music is making my day
Oh,
by bay
Don't get caught by the blade
Yuhh I been making more of mine
I been diamond finna shine
When it's time take ya time
Head to the back
potential rattling in the linage of your bones
For all those before you that were kept at bay
And forced to watch the ocean tide swell in and out by the shore
front of me because you set me free from all these worldly cares
As we fly by
And my mama she cries that we'll surely die if we keep it up
But she's never
times platinum from the CPT (Haha!)
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it
Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's brewed near Galway Bay
Come policemen all
dollars
On potato's and steak
Made it thiss far
I ain't taking no break
Yea I get love
From the n****s in the bay
Free sowhat
They finna send him up state
got no plate
Spent 100 dollars
On potato's and steak
Made it thiss far
I ain't taking no break
Yea I get love
From the niggaz in the bay
Free sowhat
on the grind all the time
Down the slide by with a pretty freak by my side (side)
Skeet from the windows to the wall
Hit up Paul Wall for a diamond grill,
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