ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, by nature fuck a playa hater Ima come through and ya know Im down to spray ya let them boys know came
You're always on your own, sitting on those seaside chairs on your own , everybody there just passes you by Nobody seems to care if you flash your underwear
do it in the middle of the night girl We can do it on the beach in the sunlight We can do it anywhere that you
Hittin' somethin' and drunk drivin' past the boys in the blue Talkin' to you We can do it in the middle of the night, girl We can do it on the beach
Lucky Boys Confusion no we're not from Long Beach But from Chicago, we'll make your mind boggle If you meet the fungi from Colorado Always kicking down with our boys
-dozen But I play hos like plenty-leany 'cos I get greedy It's all about game 'cos when the game Is hard to maintain for so long, man From Long Beach,
runnin' on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah, they runnin' on the side Take two and pass it, it will not burn you From the Long Beach Chronicles
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad tracks Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made And people passing by
realize while my god was sleeping sleeping like a child who never said his vespers he's sleeping now forever I stopped to watch my life to watch it passing by
She likes the Beach Boys more than radio metal And she's so good, but, she's no good for me Oh, Miss Delaney, what's the matter? You waited by the window
Me too Puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass I said puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass Puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass I said puff, puff, pass
nor his action Class now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: never show your heat And don't flame it" You playin life, wit a man who lives by
niggas nuthin, Call me 2 fingers when you see a nigga stuntin, Black philip drummin limousines of the hummer, Penthouse sweet, pretty beach i call the summer, Lotta homies pass
Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit The Blunt Right We Tell Em Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass I Said Puff, Puff, Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass
bread Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell, and I got some in the Feds I contradict what ever the government says For them boys on my back wit them bugs by my bed They
my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp) One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And