Lyrics:
take me
North and south, that 101 won't save me
Fuck that sound
Take me to the grave I'm tryna take it day by day
I'll go away but I know how to get back
throughout my life those are the rules that I've lived by
A sucker put his hands on me homie I'll give a guy
A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab
Get 'em a steaks
Midway
Midway to salvation
Heading south on highway one
A bit delirious
From all your hours of 101
Fog and never ending coastline Must drive slow
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
of the Huxtables
I learned how to fuck from a babysitter
It's sick, but I admire the man in the mirror, oh
This rap, 1-0-1, learn from it (woo)
I act up, twelve
Bitch, it's HighTide 1800 in this bitch, bro
Ain't nobody gonna fuck with us, man
Got Sportvvs with me, man
(HighTide shit, 1800, ha ha)
Right in
Mandela did not fight enough
And what not, you know
So much misinformation man
But that's South Africa man
Mandela went to jail for twenty seven years
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
travel down highway 101, the scenic route
Perceiving the beautiful things that you might dream about
When you think of California, the landscape will
Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it
get rich by any means, even if it means runnin' in drums (let's go)
Yo, it's Big 5
No lie, man I live this life (yeah)
All the bouncers at the door
You got the cash, well I'm about to come in and embezzle, man
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I put the bass up in your face
And you feeling it
ball, you did it yourself"
(Ha)
I'm in LA on the 101 speeding in the Rari
(Yoom) feeling like LeBron, man
These niggas can't stop me (Nah)
South
, too smart yeah a man too cunning , said I’m garn quit but I keep on bunning , you’re beautiful girl man I think you’re stunning , I fall hard when
(Take it all, you need me)
Yes, sir
Niggas better get wit the program
I'm fast on a track
But I kill a slow jam
Oh man, goddamn
(Take it all, you need
Feeling me tonight feeling this alright
Pop liquor by the boat load
Put - put her on the payroll
Feeling me tonight feeling this alright
Whole squad
You are now tuned into
The hot sounds of
Hot Litty Kitty 101
Where you can hear
The electro-soul sounds of
Up next we have
The sultry vocals of this
hiciste cabron?
Coyote, man what have you done?
You took all our money and left us to die
In the heat of the South Texas sun.
Coyote, qué hiciste
Come up and meet it
And by meet it, I mean beat it, skeet it
Leave you on the track 'til I'm heated
Never greet again
Swear I got hoes made in Cleveland
You got the cash, well I'm about to come in and embezzle
Man I'm on a whole 'nother level
I put the bass up in your face
And you feeling it treble
We're just the new kids
Dropped out of schools kids
Here to have fun
Off to Coachella
With my Cinderella
On South 101
Like we're just kids, first
You see there's a difference between a motherfucking artist and motherfucking rapper man
Tired of you niggas outcha doing all this sing rap shit
original slangster
Lost Angels, Atzlan to beautiful danger
Call my travel agent, have her arrange
South America, South Africa and Southeast Asia
Then back
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