So I wander round the town looking into rooms for you up and down , I see you everywhere I believe I have choice, I believe I made my choice, come
we'll feed the sea with ghosts I see your hunger for a fortune Could be better Served beneath my flag If you've the stomach For a broadside Come aboard my pretty boys
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
you've become an addict Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much) Mmmkay? Look, him and his boys got duct taped for hangin' out at Suge's place. See all my
at My zone the place that I call home Is the wall from Philadelphia, the room Picture me ay Entrepenuer with my nigga D A Rockin' tours and we still young boys
poor old Reuben Clamzo (I) Clamzo boys Clamzo Oh poor old Reuben Clamzo (II) Clamzo me boys Clamzo 2. Oh, Reuben was no sailor (Clamzo boys Clamzo) (
Hi, this is Al, this scene takes place At a typical Beach Boys practice session We're in the midst of preparing For an upcoming show when a feud Breaks
CD's overseas Private lofts, I'm you haters holocaust Ain't my fault I rap, then still made a mill But it's my fault I got my own label deal Vacation
is what these dope boys dream. Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truck. That's them Miami boys don't get it mixed up. Tell them boys to keep
Cause I came clean and I came out creeping [Nicki Minaj] When I was a girl, I creeped in the boys locker room Hide deep inside, it was my little creep stalker room
crews a militia better watch out, my clan gets vicious bad ass bitch, im rated x im gifted, aint gotta sell sex cross the beach onto the street gotta work hard, no room
, And when I get home everything will be better, You made a skirt from an old tablecloth, We danced to a beach boys song, In a yellow living room with
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
yes, a westcoaster Throwin' up two C's, wit two guns in my holster I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton Down wit my n*gga Game, if you n*ggas
my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
yes yes, a westcoaster Throwin' up two C's, wit two guns in my holster I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton Down wit my n*gga Game, if you
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen