Lyrics:
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
Shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her
I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how you feel man?
That's
paparazzi
Reload ya flash bulbs for the dead bodies
Severed bitches and human abominations
Lined up behind the velvet rope wavin' they invitations
One by
ALL DAY - see me fuckin' hookers at truck stops
And then I kill em, 'cause that's where my buck stops
[Verse - Violent J]
ALL NIGHT - I'm wicked and I
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon
Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar
Hookers
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon
Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar
Hookers
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon
Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar
Hookers
And the hookers stand watchfully
Waiting by the door
So I'll work on the towboats
With my slippery city shoes
Which lord I swore I would never do again
Through
couldn't teach you anything
You think you're such a looker
But no customer would go to you
Unless she was a hooker
Baby don't sweat it (don't sweat it)
high, rolling by, when Gunn die
He gon' try to preach the streets then go to the sky
Yup! That hold water, like drizzle in a paper cup
This one
the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)
and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers
Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein
Tracks all over her arms, she never felt
a clear Saturday
We're selling my all-expense July paid
By the way, what's your name?
Just kidding, I know it's Renee
No, it isn't? Word, word, well
Beat up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
reason to cry"
(Dirty little secrets)
"You see the last pioneer is waving his flag
Framing the organ bone by bone
Burning in sections, twisting his flag
out
They wanna be touched by the untouchable click
Don't hate participate, yo sing that shit
[Chorus] (2x)
The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things
Beat up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
smash mics
Lie smooth with the coolers at the party
Hookers in the lobby tryna keep me out the swap meets
But, mommy remind me of that G rolling by me
and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
and a hooker five hundred dollars bail
Nobody knew who was who standing in the street like that
I hit the ground to make a sound
I got a good feeling in
what I'm gonna say
Now that she's got me changin' my ways-
A hooker with a mind and her hunger grows
She could rip into your soul
The weaker you are
suckers like bell bottom jeans
I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens
When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Ilene
Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish
grow into what
Society considers trash the rope is to us
That means I'm hanging myself by living
The noose is getting murdered that or going to prison
introduction
But by the way, hmm, nice butt?
Let's go chill so I can get to know you better
Her first name was Loretta, she drove up a Baretta
We got to my
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