for) To bump these hot boys, let me get the Visa So I can Discover your MasterCard Let's cruise the beaches and then park the yacht At the dock at the beaches
there Sometimes it eats better if you're in the company of men He's just said he's had a glass of red wine, so I might have mine I listened to the Beach Boys
: Juvenile Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it 735's I drive fits ta match, when I
kinda fried, I don't know why I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why (Big Moe) Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah its them boys off that Long Drive
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach
Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that Besides, whatever Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah) 12 O'Clock, Gambinos Those crazy boneyard boys
tell 'em where it's standin' I got beat for the street to tha beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding Girls in the daisies, drive
Spare us the galleon begged But mercy's face had fled Blood ran from the screaming souls The cutlass harvested Driven to the quarter deck The last survivor fell She's ours my boys
telling you and I ain't ashamed I cried when that wrecker came As we skid I thought I heard the angels sing (sounded like the Beach Boys) We hit the curve
driver, I ain't the thinker Tonight, I'm the designated drinker I ain't the driver, I ain't the thinker Tonight, I'm the designated drinker I ain't the driver
And drive until the map turns blue Daytona Beach on spring break Eighteen girls up on stage White t-shirts about to be sprayed with water Let her go boys
around round round I get around I'm a real cool head Get around round round I get around I'm makin' real good bread I'm gettin' bugged driving up and
22s canary yellow in my teeth you dudes slow i dont ever see youll caching up with me you way below the sea level me im stepping on the beach no beach
high, stay fly For the city Live good, Stay right For the city I'm from the city of angels Everybody gotta' drive, So the streets is dangerous For the city Drive
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 by our
that heat, is bustin off And the ambulance come, and rush you off And the witness like - we don't know dem boys Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey
sexy She's so Sunset Strip, teases me Here right there on the front porch swing I swear I hear the Beach Boys sing Peach Street sign just like Rodeo Drive