Lyrics:
cruising down the 101, I'm headed to the valley
Temperature at 101, a hot ass day in Cali
Hit-Boy hit me up and said, "playboy let's throw a party"
I hit
begin
G-Code, nigga, live by it, die by it
South Beach, I don't stop, I just ride by it
In the streets, I done ducked a couple drive-bys
I thank God that
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By the beach
With my ten toes down
Like damn
Real talk
Watch the sun go down
Watch the freaks come up
As I
a chance
To show you that I'm better then that boy you call your man
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by
a chance
To show you that I'm better then that boy you call your man
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by
The Aphilliates nigga, holla at your boy
I know why you fuck with me Nicki, you know what I am sayin' (holiday season)
'Cause we got the same type
Fall
In love, with you
I never, love someone
Now I really hate the sight of you
Make Love, then break up
All we do is go back and Forth
By the way
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
does it feel?)
Ah-ha-ah-ha (Shit it feel great, baby)
I never been to South Beach 'til I got the DMV
I just want you to know that my boy
Man
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
think I might just
Yeah its true I get gash like a knife-fight, shit
But say the word and I drop'em and do right by you
I know I rap
But lil' shawty I
I'm the one they call beach bum
I'm a big fan of the sun and fun
Yeah
Yeah
I'm a sucker for a steel drum
A tiki bar and a whole lotta rum
Yeah
Yeah
to Vera
The Vera ingenuity the Vera brainpower
Walking on the front beach sucking on her thumb
What does that tell you when you pretend to be a Christian
(It’s Damage)
(We all up in the cut, look a little scraggly, you know)
Beach bum baby
Carolina crazy
saltwater raised me
The mountains gave me
brown eyes gleaming
I’ve either died and gone to heaven
Or I’m dreaming
Cuz’ I’m a hillbilly beach bum
Going down to get some
Put me on a southbound
a lobster
And my legs in the sand look like sticks on the shore
My heart it longs to be a beach bum
Sleeping on the sand next to a palm tree
My heart it
people like you
Full of calm full of Truthly blue
Oh my beach boy you look good
By the way if you want
We can go surf all day long
Oh my beach boy
I love
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
Touchdown
Hop in that coupe by the beach, yeah
Sundown
Shawty, she coming with me, yeah
Roll down the windows, she feelin' the breeze
Only got real
Wanya is the greatest, I'ma keep it hot
If you don't know me by now just keep looking up
We came from the bottom, headed to the top
Long Beach is my city,
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