Lyrics:
down in White Sand City
I was sunburned, boy, she was suntanned pretty
Caught her name like the wind catches waves on the coast
And the story goes
Once
thinking the same thing
Well I was approached by a whole damn group of them
Rhyme thieves, biters, and bums
Took me kind of light, said they wanted
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
We been overseas, Palermo by the beach
Which one you want? (Yeah), I think I'm 'bout to tweak
Know it's weighin' on your mind, it's weighin' as we
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
hazy boy
Like smoking on nicotine
This Sandy beach
Feels like a dream
Washing up the deeper sea
But I just want to get Lazy with you boy
Soft like
niggas did that
Any nigga that shot at my bros
I swear to god niggas shot back
Yeah shout that boy quez
Yeah he trap by the store
What a nigga been through
Yea yea
Ta lala tata
Ooouuu yea
I yor own seh gronah boy na
KingDozee, Yea Na!
[Hook]
Dance for me gyal
Bum and grind it slow for me gyal
fat
Think you need to take a nap
Boy who're you aiming at
Your girl rolled by my addy
But zhe told you zhe at her daddy'z
And he ain't have no zervice
with a route tree
Tearing up that turnpike we all stayed official
Nobody ever blew the whistle boy we earn stripes
This guy life my dutch full of that
they needa' free that
The bitch stay on her knees I got her fucking up her knee caps
Ain't no hoe in me
Brothers by my side that's how it's supposed
Wo wo wo wo
Ahya ya ya
Dema know that pcrew boy
Short boy long energy
Orio oooo
Oh yo yo yo aaaah
Na so na so they don Dey call me solo
could fuck you if I want to, don't want to
You a dub, boo, and your man he a bum too
You a scrub, ooh, how the fuck he even touch you
Young nigga shinin',
A parson who lived near Camborne,
Looked down on all women with scorn,
E'en a boy's fat, white bum, could not make him come,
But an old man's piles
invoices, separate the men from the boys, over here
We measure success by how many people successful next to you
Here we say you broke if everybody else
Try cut chew with the boys
Nah fuck that
Wanna get left there, roughed up, that’s your choice
Gypsies, Charvas, Dealers, not from round here walk
tongues
Wasn't raised right by they moms
And they wanna be praised like kings
But they really be bums
Call me Yung Baby Baghdad
Bitch I'm dropping bombs
it
Boy put on a show
I'm in a sea of self-doubt G
Blinded by the camera lights
Torn between what's good and right, opposite like day and night
Still,
Stupid hoes and niggas is the shit I'm really done with
Gettin' rich, the main goal, we can't kick it, bum, bitch
Remember I was really swervin' in
with the bums
Than a steak from a snake in a field of gold grass
You gon' wanna take notes I'ma probably go fast
Boy I swear to God that I done told
Chorus
Who's that boy, who's that boy, who's that boy, who's that boy?
I need you, I need you, I need you, tell me who
Who's that girl, who's that
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