a rhythm That will make you wanna move it like they do in South Beach Gotta watch the women when you see their body spinning With the face, push the waist
how I had a trifilin mental So ride with me, G Force fly with me Times get hard cry with me, die with me White beach sands lye with me My advice is forget
of the day is my half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach
plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me TripleA, get my advance in advance, amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just
back It's about guns and drugs and hoes and club x2 Cypress Hill made a nigga understand How I could just kill a man? Long Beach out of the dark came
could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs Jumped into your ride, pushed
to stand up We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one time I'm callin' every real Crip And every real B dog to the table right now Yeah, we gon' push
, plushed out Goldleaf Phantom top and three girls waitin' Vroom engine's blowin', the chrome, is shinin' Passin' all the cars on the way Movement of the wind, back wheels spin' Pop in a cassette and push
be free You're now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel, Sigel in the house Sick bastard, get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer Memph
I'm eatin? ?n? came up a dismissive kid You lucky if you allowed to witness this savvy mouth Wild? Hardly, a man's man who would?a knew The beach houses
laps in the swimmin' pool I don't owe you niggas nothin' Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin' Black Philip drummin', limousines of the Hummer Penthouse sweet, pretty beach
profit P, I'll repeat it to show you where the pot is Cherry M3s with the top back Red and green G's all on my hat North Beach leathers, matchin' Gucci
myself I'll just keep holding on To everything for everybody else You wasted every chance you ever had So, when did you give up and grow so sad? You know that I can't push
Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da bullshit Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker
Your Mama's yappin' in the back seat Tell her to push over and move them big feet Every Monday morning I gotta drive her down to the unemployment agency
Yea, we fresh off-mutherfuckin South Beach Yea, huh, Sometimes play the villan, sometimes play the hero Sometimes I be dealer sometimes I be primo Sometimes
seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach
a dream of a new directive A call from the deep sums up a notion The day when the people bum-rushed the ocean From the beaches they Ran to meet the