Lyrics:
time for the Bean Town
Go ahead and pull them 3's out
Real quick change the scene now
Palm trees by the beach now
I got what you need while I'm still
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
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here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
(Dramatic, nigga)
(Dramatic) (Coke Boy, baby)
You hear me chewin'?
That's 'cause you niggas gettin' ate up
And I'm still out here hungry, hahaha
know where to find me
By the North of the Coast, where you know I do the most
Baby cheki niko Town... so lazima come around
I'm on the beach sunset-ah
5, 6, a-5, 6, 7, 8
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Bathing beauty, say hello
What a cutie, what a peach
Bathing beauty, watch her go
(Alright, Meg,
dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
Who the fluck, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
Who the fluck, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
Somewhere by the beach
Smoke in my lungs
Prolly chillin' wit yo main squeeze
Boy it's finna be a breeze
I aint got no feelings yeah you know my shit is
teach
I was raised by N.W.A and stayed CA
All day, same story difference brief case
I'm nonchalant to others peddling weight
I got a purpose
getting drunk
Out here getting crunk, boy, aren't you in luck
Photo, gotta pose, need a couple those
Drinking 'til I'm slow, that's just how it goes
Meet up
A little steak sauce oh no
I bet you probably think I'm looney tune
After big big country bought an
Album from a leak through
He was cool but just
Seems some
(C'mon)
Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these
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
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
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,
on the cyclone cause I'm
Tryna move by the beach
I got an iphone and it came with gps free
So I don't like hoes
Ladies tryna track on my beef
They very psycho
in Dead Presidents
Desert rhymes, homie, riding beats, I'm on a camel
I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals
You want a war?
here way down on South Beach major
Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole sagging
Feel the fox
shawty
Pour up another cuz I don't feel shit
I ain't no boy, I'm the man, I don't quit
Dinner wit you, Santa Monica beach
Wondering how you fit that in yo
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