Lyrics:
Long Beach, stand up! (Plain Pat, what up?)
It's your hometown boy Mark Spitz and uh
Now I've been getting fucked
Up all night long
This weed
The sun's blazing down sand in every crack
Got a cooler full of brews and a bottle of Jack
No stress in sight just living carefree
With my boys by my
a crowd
I've seen a whole country through
The window of my van
They say I'm nice with it I'm
Just doing what I can
I chopped up the Beach Boys and
Made it
Remember when we were young
And we were boys on the beach
Everything was in reach
I know it's hard to remember
And all had the years they vanish
I
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
And by the way boy this is no machine you're talking to
Can't ya tell this is Austin and I still love you.
definition of success,
Throwing money cause I can and I love it,
From nothing, to something
You know us we the Usual Suspects,
You no the boys on the block
Go back to the water boy
Stay close to the beach
Find the place that makes you feel the best and never leave
Go back to the water boy
Go back
believe it, my boy got a show now
Bow wow, let's hit the corner in my four now
Long Beach style, make your woman wanna smile
And all guests on the show
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
hater
When I say that I'm the greatest
I ain't talking about later
I'mma drop the album the same day as Kanye
Just to show the boys the man now like Wanyá
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
going to L.A.
I know it's tough right now but I'm sure that I'll be okay
I want to be a beach boy and live by the sand
Live there with somebody and I
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
Well it was a techno D-day out on Omaha beach
I was a reserve D.J. playing Colombian mountain beats
Andres Landero, ay mi sombrero
Hold onto
Florida shawty
Hmm
What the fuck you supposed to do without the beach?
What the fuck you supposed to do without your Florida Shawty?
What the fuck
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
don't care if her hair's like the ocean
If she smiles like the sun on the sea
Don't be fooled by her sandy complexion
Yeah boy you gotta let that beach be
saying shit like that cause it's not enough
Your whole album put me to sleep lil boy no bluff (bluff)
You couldn't put pressure on me lil boys not rough
we the best
And I'm down in Miami
Ridin' in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog
reverse, might ski all summer, do beach in winter
I just laugh when they say that I can't go higher, I'm a frequent flyer
My last album's cold but my new
me the way, somebody show me the way
It's routine, by the beach I rise
First up, I hit the weed then I bleach my eyes
Then it's to the drum
An open beach where a boy can run free (run free)
The back of his head is blinded by the waves
Who knew a pinch of salt was all it takes to clean
I remember the beach
On a hot summer day
Sand too hot to stand
So we run away
Into the river we swim
To the dock where we
Would lay awake
And then
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