Lyrics:
Boy I'm surrounded by nun but demons
They sleeping on me like a tempur pedic
Tod em I'm up but they didn't believe it
All of this drip on me came from
A reincarnated Richard Wagner, I am the ghost
Indie boy, just an indie boy
Toxic women drinking all the henny boy-boy-boy She doing all this freaky shit for any
at the foot of the hill
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell
That there’s poteen boys close by.
For it fills the air
For she's been humped by every chump
From Jack Lane's Way to Broomfield Bay
She's got saggy tits, breeding hips
And a fire down below
You'll grow
on the rim of the sky
And I waited while three
Long summers went by then one steel morning
On the white quay i saw a grey ship
Come in from sea slowly she came
on the rim of the sky
And I waited while three
Long summers went by then one steel morning
On the white quay i saw a grey ship
Come in from sea slowly she came
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for
She graduated from the school of arts
Now she swimming in a pool of sharks
Roughest niggas with the coolest cars
Sophomore year had a 1st minaj
Better
back at the barbecue
We be having real fun real fun
We be going real dumb real dumb
DiegoBay, California, say hey
If you love where you from
We from
and the curse success and the hate
pull up boys straight from the bay
drip too real they surf the wave
bravehearts straight from ctlanta
buss Down Henny with
Of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep it hectic
In places where we be wreckin
Where we from, Timbaland (VA)
See that's my man so
good every day
Ball like them boys in the bay
I’ll shoot from deep like I’m Klay
But I go hard in the paint
What is you thinking?
Kicked back you know
Well-timed marketing scheme, its cool to be independent
But if it was last year you'd be a dun or a Missy Elliot
And after your indie bravado and the label has
[Chorus]
Well we're good old boys, we come from the Northern Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night by God! We
to do it for ya
Ya
Me and all my seniors doin well, doin well, dog
You not from the bay, I could tell, I could tell, dog
Did it, did it by myself, by
diamonds dancin' (dancin')
That bitch stole my heart (heart, yeah), that bitch called me handsome (handsome)
Fuck the opps, I'm cold (cold), held that boy
Ridin' with my tool stocked
Who shot
Eighth up in my tube socks
Smoking til' my lungs are black and blue
Bum biddy bum, bum biddy bum bay
Bu-bum
and their word isn't good
Everything's okay i'm looking for you now
Down here by the bay where the water pounds
Up against the wall that I'm coming
only come around when the weed spark
Home smokin' on some shit you ain't never had
Say it like you from the bay, baby girl you hella bad
I'm doped up,
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
untouched (forty-five mil')
Pick me up from when the jet lands
Black bags in my Louis bag
Fresh from San Fran' (straight from the Bay)
What's a ticket? Stop
that's all
From the Bay to the fuckin' universe
Eazy season is approaching
It's that time, yee!
from, she said "Boy, I'm from the Bay" (from the Bay)
Who her favorite rapper? She said, "Nigga, Mac Dre" (Mac Dre)
Ain't no tellin', no tellin', no
outta' state
From the Islands to the Bay
I just gotta get away, yeah (yeah yeah)
I can't even tell you what is life
I'm just trynna' right my wrongs
I
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