Lyrics:
This beach city nigga huh? what?
This beach city nigga huh? what?
This beach city nigga
(You know we had to do a remix) huh? what?
This beach city
The state where you never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends
I been in
The state where you never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends
I been in
the motherfuckin west
Side of the coast, east side of the beach
School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets
Shit, my hair got longer
The state where you never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends
I been in
a mission to pass, I just might be the hope
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off
burst street, where it all started
And you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than The Real McCoy
So step with your rap
Boy grew up in Caroline
Tobacco farm on the mountainside
Played football for the high school team
Fell in love with Sally Jean
Heard the call
Wagwan
Look, first off he was tellin' pussy niggas, story up
I was trappin' out in Brampton, whole high school year, courted up
Man, H-Town in
the States came through to hand out clothes and build a school
Someone gave that kid some bread, he didn't keep it for himself instead
He broke that piece,
other motherfucker in L.A. Or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run
And you can't see law to the G's
learned three days on Wrightsville Beach
With my high school love, short hair
And that sweet hometown southern drawl
That tobacco town where I grew up
keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya
The governor said, "sorry
But I cannot talk to you
'Cause I'm a-sittin' in
At the state house too
Just like the rebel"
Soon the secondary schools
Began
face and my pocket
And this is painfully honest
And when I say it I vomit
On cloudy days when I'm salty
I play the hate to the laundry
State to state for
The governor said, "sorry
But I cannot talk to you
'Cause I'm a-sittin' in
At the state house too
Just like the rebel"
Soon the secondary schools
Began
Taylor Gang
paper planes
you know what i say, tell them to keep count
you other niggas speak bout
Lamborgini dreams, beach house wishes,
pour bottles
a Christian School
Years passed and the story was lost
Few people new of the Mission Bell
Well, the Christian School went on for a long time
Ringing the Mission
elementary or was it pre-school, cool
I was a muthafuckin' fool
I had to have papers it was routine
A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens
I
Backyard beach house, smoking on the best weed
Look right out the window, topless women on a jet-ski
This the type of balling that got wins from
was so long ago
And the rain pours down
Like a holy waterfall
Over the Gulf of Mexico
The boardwalk's deserted
And the beach is all closed down
but that was long ago
And the rain pours down
Like a holy waterfall
Over the gulf of mexico
The boardwalk's deserted
And the beach is all
we can't find work
Abuella, mommy and the girls,in a one bedroom
South beach lifestyle, they just paying for the view
Mommy on the couch, since
and the mama’s
Who can smoke the rock the fastest
So he tote llamas middle finger to ya
I never fuck hoes with no condom
Not a high school graduate
Hustlin is
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