Lyrics:
la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
What happened to that chubby little kid who smiled so much and loved The Beach Boys?
What happened is I killed that fucker and I
quarter
like the Beach Boys or the Beatles, the Parliament globally
callin the shots explodin 'til 'Pac, roll all the way over
Respectfully hate me, you
don’t hand to hand You album is can of spam
Smack ya whole face with the palm of an ouragatan
Basically you never a had a chance ask ya man
Transform ya
like a song
Life is sort but by the grace of God
This night is long
Girls crowd into bathroom stalls
The boys smoke in their cars
The general, he's in
dropped like a
Million other country boys
I thought my Mind was Playin
Tricks like the Geto Boys
Damn man, I miss the interludes by Big Rube
He gave us
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
up)
Hop on this lap (uh, skrrt)
Geek it up, geek it up (skrrt, skrrt)
We ride an Uber like cab (Uber)
Drivin' by in two or three jabs (drive)
I can
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
[Nas]
The Firm, Trackmasters, Escobar, Allure Keep it raw!
A-yo the bridge keep rockin
we comin through bottles popin
Allure when your album
This album is for you, I ain’t kidding
Tell my mom I made a couple million
Pistol Pete just hit ‘em with precision
Always had the vision, now we’re
There once was a bittersweet man and they called him, "Lemon Boy"
He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed
And like
On a crowded beach in a distant time
At the height of summer; see a boy of five
At the water's edge so nimble and free
Jumping over the ripples,
Intro: Puff Daddy
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X)
Don't stop
KRS-One
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy remix
Hit me baby
Uh
Yeah
Diddy
Cheri Dennis
Bad Boy
La Familia
The saga baby
Before I met you couldn't take stress
'Cause after BIG died my nigga Mase less
down
Hazelnut eyes
Let my jeans hang dry by the open fire
Tangerine sky
Beach Boys playing on cassette tape
We'll run away
Word around the streets
You
Well he was sitting by me, at the beach front bar
He seem pretty tore up so I bought him a beer and we lit up a couple Cuban cigars
Well a couple
they tramp the streets or get busted for sleepin' on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white
And me, I
to life than sayin' I figured it out?
Is there more? Yeah
Sweeter the berry, the blacker the juice
The boy is back in the booth, ready to tap into
forgotten by time.
I'll be the boy who sings songs sometimes,
Swim, sit in the sun and easy dream a while.
Don't need nothing that can't come tomorrow,
It
move you're still trapped
Realize Alpha Beta Gaga got the real vibe
Everybody throw your hands in the sky-sky
Sippin' by the beach, sippin' on a Mai
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right
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