Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the
be Something more than 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
not good my friend On a personal, I ain't even feelin you cats Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at
this dough Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin' It's at my mind, just a mystery school Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools
Yeah, I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge. The kids are coming up from behind. I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and
nasty redhead at my side Santa Ana winds blowin' hot from the north And we was born to ride Roll down the window, put down the top Crank up the Beach Boys
'int a blood like Game, see I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath im
be Something more than 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
karats on my ear loves check Bbs is on my wrist 20 karats on my neck While you'll sliding in that little bity o6 vet Im waiting on the runway for my
plan parents just don?t understand hot dogs beach parties checking out the superhotties volleyball and catching rays now it?s time to hit the waves at the mall window
in the eyes of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night
tonight at the club Bitches hittin' your ass for dubs Yeah, I got beef with Bumpy, beef with the Grimmys Two little bitches, careers all finished I'm laughing at that ass with my
we headed up town nigga blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga and yeah ridin big is my crown nigga holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town my
