' on a different drink Different chicks different days, I do it different ways Where you goin', what'd you say? I want her river flowin' to another lake 'Nother ocean, 'nother ocean, on the beach, on
ain't on my latitude I got plenty cribs, no tellin' where I travel to You think you living good, I got a better view Condo on south beach, Beach Vila
all alone, man She gon' be gone, she gon' be gone She gon' be, she gon' be 'Cause all it take is one drink Man I promise she gon' throw that ass on
language) The nigga climbin out the fuckin car! (One more time) Let me see you try that shit on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin
the day is my half Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge baths Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the beach Chillin', sittin' on
on the fresh train Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games Guns turn you boys
blast a deuce (come on) BLAH !! Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy-E and Ren fuck what you say **** * *** for them niggaz up north ghettoboys we was like "Fuck the law
shit hit the fan) Come on now I feel it Come on (The night the shit hit the fan) Damn, man It's all that Shit Come on, Ice Kick that shit Now I'm a
to keep up ballin' when you're on the run I got two kis in my trunk and a shovel Stepped on the one, so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need
said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on
be bigger than the O.J. case What? His dick Another blast from the Long Beach section Break gangsta shit (Wake up) I thought these fools knew Out on
when it's winter time I'm still waitin' on these niggas at the finish line We just took our first trip to the Amalfi Coast Couple days on the beach
my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti matte black. Where they do that at? South Beach
I hit the do' Suicide lamborghini doors mink on the floor Priceless yeah I fuck that hoe Yeah I fucked a movie hoe Yeah I fucked a rap hoe Yeah we get
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 back
deep Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street Getcha motherfuckin' ass beat L.A., Compton, long beach, whooptie whoop nigga what? I don't give a fuck
put that on these damn goods All I got was diabetes and a damn ugg People talkin' down, callin' me a damn sprug Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free On
.I. You see I, stay on top of shit like a fly My niggas reach when they got beef then jet down to South Beach Yo mouthpiece is yappin', I hear it in your
