Lyrics:
Moon shinin' down through the palms
Shadows movin' on the sand
Somebody whisperin' the twenty-third psalm
Dusty rifle in his tremblin' hands
Big nothing.
He stood in the road outside of town
With a broken clockwork toy in his hand.
A graveyard for childish dreams in his palm
Uh dat act right smoke so pure
Got me freaking out
Green bean stick
lookin like a Like a big mean dick
How you act hard when you like 5 foot 6
With
be so happy I will kiss my mother inlaw
Children by the dozen in and out the bamboo hut
One for every palm tree and coconut
Hurry up now
All
the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
A lonely mother gazin' out of the window
Staring at her son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side
But he
stick by you, gonna stumble over what to do
I want it, good lovin' want to be your plaything
I want it, good lovin' bring out the beast in me
I want
Sun spilling through the roof
While we drive
Greenery is blurring by
As you turn your face toward mine
I reach out to cup your fingers
In my palm
crossed by a neon pill
The taste of your lip balm
Blew me away
Cherry pie ChapStick
Just like back in the day
I sail the Atlantic
Bisou fatal le
People in here from all over the world
Men, women, little boys and girls
Gather 'round by the seaside
Beach party, tropics style
Diamond head
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
everything is better by the palm trees (Gotta use my left to get in them pants)
Quarter sack, I palm trees (I'm only here for the bankroll)
Light up by
be
A someone who was there, for me
How kind of you to stick by me
During the final bout
And listened to the referee
As I was counted out
… stick stick it to the sick
Alright now fellas, go ahead and spread 'em
Talkin' bodies, not legs, put six in the middle
If you don't I'll put your face
will be tears in your eyes
I'm sorry to give you these memories
'Cause memories like this will one day make you cry
But I'ma stick around
I promise
on the track
Up and down, around and back
Whoever they were, no matter who they are
No one's walking off the same
When I fell out of the palm of your hand
She longs to be the ingenue
To leading men tall dark and handsome
But now the play has passed her by... oh my
There's no exit
Oh no there's no way out
well, I put all the stuff in there and it keeps flippin'
Out. And I can't get the thing to stick together anything. Coupled with
The fact that I have
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
"Oy, if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention"
Well I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way
I'm taking
She did go
She got my jokes
Sit why we win
Go by the sin
Get high, get quick
Get bopping on a stick
Hollywood
Shake by go
Get barking
it's just up on a different level
Poor boy, dressed in black
Police at your back
Poor boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinklin' stars
Ridin' first
Yeah, I ride with the gang
(I ride with the team)
2900 my clique (2900 in that bitch)
29 niggas that hit (29, 29)
Hittin' your ass with a stick (29)
Yeah,
I'm from killer, killer Cali'
We ride low-low Chevys and Caddys
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you can lose your
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