Lyrics:
Look
It's the concrete jungle, the City of Dreams
The kickback make them boys stumble
All of them clowns run around some tumbles
Bros in the lab I
on nigga
Through the week
Me, Wayne, Juve, and the B.G.
How you luv it now boy
You brove ha
'cause you're cold and we're hotter than a stove ha
Whoo hoo hoo
Brooklyn I'm back
Let's hear it for the 718
We got your Joan Rivers Foxy Brown
Beastie Boys and Jay Z
Neil Diamond David Blaine
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the occasion
She just hit my line
Said she flyin in from Vegas
I told her I'll be waitin
I can taste it
We went on a trip
Cali wasn't the fix
So I took her way
the mood is right
Laying by the beach with you
Wishing this would never end
Hello you know
It was nice to see you tonight (laughter)
Laying by the beach
(It's Diggy)
My mama said "don't be afraid babe" (I know you can't believe it, motherfucker)
To shit on all these niggas (Ah ha)
To shit on all these
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
At least it snows
So when I go and tell you that I've been surfing I know it's a lie
I can never be as tan as the beach boys I see as I drive by
I wanna
of me at least
Number 4 stay out the mix and then lead
Influence youngins to read
The schools ain't teach me shit but who I wouldn't wanna be
Fuck that
Talk to me nice don't want your names let's keep it on ice I want you with me tonight
But all yo friends been looking right so I want two tonight cuz
take 5, girls, take it one more time)
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Very nice, Meg
Do you think so, mother, really?
You've come a long way since
yo homie cause you tried to be nice
He bleeding out he ain't 'gon make it to the crib tonight
You ain't a gangster I can tell by the look in yo eye
up, now he think he ready
Messing with that pasta turned that boy into spaghetti
And it's gon' be a spark and I ain't talking 'bout a Chevy
What I'm
a Nasty Boy?)
If I was dead broke you wouldn't notice me (Do you want a Nasty Boy?)
So I think BIG this is how it's supposed to be
(Do you want a Nasty
of hip-hop and R&B
It's important to Ocean to be the
Master of his own identity: Last
Year he changed his name from Lonny
Breaux to Christopher Francis Ocean
and a little bit wild
My friends and I cruisin' nice and slow
Florida Georgia Line on the stereo
Timing all the red lights checkin' out the scenery
Dibs
20-20 hindsight
Dealing with the stress
Used to be the crying type
Visualized success now I'm staring at the lime light
In my habitat they blinded by
Bitch, tie my shoelace, off that Hen' and that D'USSÉ
I need my hoes by the douse
Let's make a movie, you and your roommate
I get it and get it
Came
to the valley what you think fo
[4] - From Texas to Cali we get our ye from the valley
We be hustlin on blocks moving in and out the alley
We call it medicine
(Call it off Call it off)
And they be tryna be all in the mix
But they ain't tryna paint the picture
That we on
Hypnotized...
They all lost in the lies
wouldn't pick it up
And 'cause I'm giving it quick for a minute don't think that I fill it with filler 'cause you would be too wrong
The kid do it nice
I was
Wouldn't it be nice if all the things
About our sheltered lives stayed the same
Instead we're dealing with a
Giant nuclear fireball that is sure to kill us
(What's wrong)
(What up homie)
You got a lot of homies, I see that nice
I gotta kinda wonder if you stick like mice or not
When it gets hot who
this is child abuse"
Call DYFS, I might just be gettin' nicer
You young boys ain't ready for real
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
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