Lyrics:
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
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
I see your skin bump up
And the hairs on your arms jump up
I get the same feeling girl
When I'm by your side
And when we kiss, girl, our souls collide
Yeah, whoa, whoa
I just been feeling like, it's all clickin', you know?
(Hit-Boy)
Like it's all working out, and I'm 'bout to work out
Colossal
boots and your fists up
Take me away
Alone in my room
I am pretending
I play the drums for the beach boys
Alone in my room
With my headphones on
Your
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
she'd always be mine
But now I'm a loner, I don't like being by myself
The kind of love I'm looking for I can't find with nobody else
Boy don't take your
really don't do it, do they?
So I'm doin' it for y'all
Marco or bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin' with
reminds me so much of, like, the beach
You know what I'm saying
Like, most of you don't know, but I'm Mexican, right
And when I was learning English, they
on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'bout to go fishin with a clip
mira que esta loco,
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la carne, y
Hey, hey
Beach boy in the sun
Hey, hey
Blackbear in the sun
P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back
Hey, hey
When I'm on the 405
All I do is
prayer.'
Did y'all hear that? That's what my grandmother'll say
She'll say, 'Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer.'"
sailing back to Kona
A grand old place that's always fair to see
I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy
I want to go back to my fish
get laid
Stayin' soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
I break a bitch down then I'm off with the dough
I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat
I ride
(You know this album, I'ma say it like this yo)
(I'm tellin' everybody right now, 2022)
(That Game and Hit gon' be dangerous, mark my words)
a lame I'm out here chasing glory
Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Glorious times
Strip
Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself
She like the snake in her bird-tim
I'm addicted by design, a fiend
If she ever try to cut me from her team
Don't turn your back
When she's on that
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
the Patti, what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (oh)
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Just the other day I got a starter kit
(An M is
Verse 1:
Don't underestimate the reach
Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach
Defari work for Likwit organize
Dodger hats
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