Lyrics:
on the beach while we tanning down in Cabo
Sun kissed honey, body shaped up like a model
Locals covered me in gold, like I'm fresh from El Dorado
She tell me
this hyped information
Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines
[Eazy E: Boy you should have known by now] It's mine !
valley baby bust that backwood
Taco spot speaking Spanish like a Mexican would
San Diego beach good bet you move if you could
Ima a i.e. Negus so you know
scream and shout hip-hop hooray
Will I roll another J? Mehn probably
Lover boy by night and a hit-man by day
There's some things I have to say, if I had my
it's like losing sleep, pillow-talking over dreams
Wish for everlasting cold spots and clean Supima sheets
I wish for breezes on the beach, night drives
Hello boys and girls out there. I’m Ma--
--and I’m Pa--
--Rentheses.
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Spot
but
That little boy is grown now
Yeah I'm on my own now but
I ain't living by myself
Got a home in the motherland
Now that's what I call real wealth
We
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in
radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in
Yeah we took off to the beach
Took off to the beach on monday um
The cold night was so dark
We hit it up a secret
Cre' boy under the blanket sky
radio
Cats sound retarded
Ah yes coming from the Southeast, this is
How we do, representing the Southeast, 681
Holding it down, ah yes coming from
half of me
Wishing bigger than a picket fence
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
What God has joined, man cannot divide
Maybe that's why the money always by
press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
just metal
Now I'm going part time
With a film projectionist
And she's the vinyl queen
From my surfer dream
She likes the beach boys
More
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
ain't done brah"
"Okay, you're confusing me
I always see you in the hood
But you look like them white
Boys from Laguna beach
So what are you? A Thug
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
Summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm driving
shines bright and the wind blows breezy.
No sleep 'til summertime.
[Boy]
In the summertime all is rad; you know what I mean.
Girls look fly passin' by
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm driving
to country I live in hotels
No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails
Sittin on a beach chair, 200 dollar chanclas
Am I in Acapulco or Puerto Vallaca?
Sippin outta
just go for it, or it's no glory
Boy them lame a** stories gettin so boring
I can spot a pretender with no binoculars
You should know by now baby it
gang, die for connect gang
Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang
Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle
Fly, gettin high by
like this
If you not, then stop representin' this gangsta shit
So we bangs the clip, the main West G spot
Compton, Long Beach, S.E. Watts
Where niggaz
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