Lyrics:
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Yeah, come on, Saksman
Alright, you already know what we on
That hot boy T.O.D. shit
Alright
They tryna copy us, tell them boys, knock it off
Ric
small town boy in me
Oh those blue skies and the mountains
And the white sands on the beach
Oh you know I'm so glad I answered
When Carolina called to me
me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile into Warren into hick territory
I'd like
be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
The doctor said I need
you'd stay
I'll just put on my favorite beach boys album
And cry my blues away
She was the reason I was singing
But then she took with her my song
So now
boys show me love just for keepin' it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I'd rather keep 'em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
on the beach.
Respecting each other's homes keeps us ALL safer, cleaner and healthier.
This album is filled with songs about our friends in the ocean. You
please
Babe I flew out miles haven't seen you in awhile
Brought my love in pieces but my heart's back home in piles
Walked through all of Long Beach
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
(You, You Know…)
Nothing Is Stressin’ Me
I’m Just
Sitting On The Beach Playin’ My Ukulele
Do You, Do You
Wanna Hang With Me?
Come Hangout
I'm Just
A Pelican’s Point of View-To our feathered friends at the Pelican Sanctuary in Treasure Island, Florida, proudly featured on the album covered.
Just
Still hustlin' at five in the mornin'
These retro Jordan's ain't never walked a mile and I'm knowin'
No matter what they said, heavy the head
Who
serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then
Look, didn't I settle down with
One and get faithful?
When I had options, your boy had a plate full
Didn't I go on TV and wear Grateful
Instead
a Thugs Mansion
Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the hommies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last
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
It's Gucci Mane and Bruno
That's one dynamic duo
A lot of women want me
But I'm in love with you though
Your ex is unimportant
That boy can't
Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone,
Make it to the beach by ten.
Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs,
Baby let the games
I'm too high I'm faded
New life I'll take it
I'm out I'm racing
2 miles a minute
Life is for the taking
watch me go and grab it
They hope I quit I
was balloons the way they popping with me
Took her shopping that's that 4TC treatment
Yeah that last album good but tell me where that heat went
You was
on the beach
I don't with the bad boy, loud records and Sony Shady records, you know me, they probably
thought I was phony It only made me beast, focus
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