but I back it up though see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
now taking over the building It's time for some of that ol', that good ol' Yankee up north dirty south, Yankee music Uh, it ain't where you from, homey It's
direction will you take What's this contrabanded clamor About the music that you make? And where are you goin' tar top Is it country enough? Is it contemporary glamor? No it's
where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there It's time we get even here, when I put the game back In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there
like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to
t take a dime when it comes my time to leave The others wanted your whole heart but I just want your sleeve And a shirt that goes with it 'cause it smells
you anyway Forever 10. "Our Sweet Love" Time: 2:40 Brother Publishing Co. BMI Brian Wilson/Carl Wilson/Al Jardine I thought about a summer day And how the time
?s sick It¡A?s Flizzow And who¡A?s Malique On this Qumran tip Now follow We Too Phat Hip-hop be running thru our veins It gets us up
She's got the focus, she's got the time She's got a deeper shade in mind She's got headphones, got spring break A swimsuit and Coppertone 8 'Cause she
Better Guard Your Face My Nigga Lil Spitta He In The Game Let's Play He About Ta Take Over From A Half Time Break Now Once Upon A Time Not Long Ago This
Girls hittin` the beach Puttin` our feet in the sand Boys ridin` the surf Watchin` us work on our tan We`re no thinking about what comes monday We`re
about these Long Beach boys in the hood Should anything go wrong and niggaz act shitty Remember fool this is Long Beach city, punk Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it
good time, to have some fun. All I wanted was a picnic in the summer sun. Maybe listen to some Beach Boys, maybe play some tag. But you put it in the
steady smokin Gunja Im a come down bunch of money boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it lemme
One: 12 O'Clock It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits A nine to five it's a job to survive F--k the
of us with this reggae punk child Break em on in Stubhystyle It's that L dot B dot C dot scene Lucky Boys Confusion no we're not from Long Beach
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