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On the beach, on the beach, on the beach
Bear bottom, it used to be a lot of fun
We used to jump the fence at my Alma mater
And there we go with the boys

Yeah we took off to the beach
Took off to the beach on monday um
The cold night was so dark
We hit it up a secret
Cre' boy under the blanket sky

me
So my boy head off and drive
Took me long to have this style
So you see me
Better not miss me
I'm still playing, making, creating so i don't know

chain (cap)
'Cause long after I die, all my niggas remain (talk to 'em)
Ayy, my nigga Hit-Boy did the production
Rollie my wrist and I bust it (uh huh)

He was a wild and angry boy
And he only lived for joy
And he let his father know
With a slamming door

He said The old man he's a fool
For living by

played the guitar
One day I looked up and she went by in a car
Driven by some guy I didn't know
I let 'er go

I went down to New Orleans, 
I'd never been

into a mirror, I looked like that girl I saw in an underwear commercial
“Hahah, that’s more like you”
I had long, waving hair, my eyes were light blue,

there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

Some days I just don't feel it (don't feel it)
Some days I want my days to pass right by and change my

I'm Still #1

Boogie Down Productions

Playlist: The Very Best of KRS-One

2010

Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style

a du rag
If somebody tell me ish I'll put my foot up they ass
I don't play it by the books play it by my own rules
I ain't sticking to the script imma do

a new set of laws
And we'll still break those
Get a new list of drugs, we will take those
Standing on the block in my b-boy pose
Nike sneakers on my feet

under covers with our coffee talking
Then take a little trip down to the beach
Where we can make loving by the sea
Oh baby I want you to roll and rock

For all the really niggas in the Cadillacs
Ski mask up, hit 'er with yo ass up
Better get down, get your head blown
We don't give a fuck, livin' in

Uh, yeah
Brrah
Uh, yeah

Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons

Top down, she got flew'd out (whoa)
On the back seat with the extendo (yeah)
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out (yeah)

One-twenty, I blew right by

the cuffs, wear my bracelet
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
Ring on like a mason
Pussy wet, cash long, Kyrie

Real rude
Real rudeboy breaking all the rules
Community Payback the mixtape
Skepta (Skepta) whoo Kid
Real rudeboy breaking all the rules
Boy Better

Flex (Yeah flex)
She like the way I'm stepping
Album dropping soon I still got jammers in collections
Headed to the top ain't never stopping living

Beach boy in the sun
Beach boy in the sun
Ayy, watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin' (this how we living, no actin')
I got

the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honali.

A dragon lives forever
But not so little boys
Painted wings

yellow
Slid by, followin her inside, hello
Now I'm drowning in her insides no paddle
I say baby that thang like a beach need a towel
Him like metal when it

Hustlenomics (Intro)

Yung Joc

Hustlenomics [Bonus MVI]

2007

[Yung Joc:]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME

the fit monochrome
Who knew at eighteen life could be so amazing
Soaking up the sun like I'm daylight saving
Big boy by the water beach heat blazing
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