Lyrics:
caught in my casket
On the beach in a mansion, dope boy got him a pension
Pistols pulled in a panic, you can give me my sentence
Money come with
that take it slow and take her time with me
Hop up in the Royce we can roll to the beach
A shawty that remind me of the ocean breeze
So what you tryna
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris]
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
So if you with me and you
nigga, Crenshaw district, boy
Used to walk to the Slauson to get fitted, boy
Then spent time by the beach, my wave different, boy
Bad breath nigga, I
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
(Two Of Dem)
A Big Profit In That Greenery
We Not Stoppin By The Beach Just For Scenery
When Here It's 45, Up Here It's 65
Meet U In Carolina
over
Come on pour another drink
Baby grab some lotion let’s kick it at the beach
Shower back at mine hit the party up the street
You can wear my
by the dozen
We'll be wearing out holiday records
All the Beach Boys songs and Bruce Springsteen's
We'll be belting out Mariah Carey
Singing perfect
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya
On the top top top
And I drip dip drip
What I want want want
Take a sip sip sip
My love
Boy you lucky if you get
My love
Baby you will not forget
We were at a party
His earlobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
We were
each other brothers
Because we are all brothers by god
We must all stand up for each other and are own freedom
Us brothers all have a special place in
this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds salt water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac-Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
females get jealous
Okay smarty, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're standin'
Who is chillakill ?
Never heard of him , I heard he sucks ,
I hear the opposite , he just drop this new amazing album , let's hear it
you never
meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many
I offered my music to all of these labels
I offered my heart up to all of these models
And I got rejected by both
But you still see me up on stage
at a high school party?
(You're twenty-three, man
Why you at a high school party?)
Sa-Sa-Selena, it's been a while
Since I've seen yah
I booked my album
spreading out my reach
Grab a thick back shawty by the cheeks
Flossing off my teeth
Flexin like it's Venice beach
But I be from the east
413 City of the beast
females get jealous
Okay smarty, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're standin'
ghost that
Always at the beach where the coast at
You a poor boy don't got no racks
I get the racks and I boast that
Too bad so sad
Pull up in the jag
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