of New York Gettin' spanked when there's too much trouble to talk Respect mine Oh no, look at who they let in the back door From Long Beach to Brooklyn
't want come test 'Cuz he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck Demanding respect, Crip or die, is how he ride Long Beach, East Side roll
gave chase, they caught up quick They started cryin on my shoes and grabbin my dick and sayin.... Why don't you give me a play So we can brake it down the Long Beach
be a shelf He'd do funny little dances but that's irrelevant At the beach Gordo got attacked by pelicans He had a girlfriend once, but she was an ogre It didn't last long
Chorus: im feeling tired and the pain shows your such a long way to go now such a long way to go, gotta be strong by myself now, such a long road. ??
My Reach Man Still In Long Beach Man Hoping If My Grind Don't Help Me Get Out My Speech Can I Been In The Streets Longer Than Yao Mings Wingspan U Can
Different Dude Pistol In My Reach Man Still In Long Beach Man Hoping If My Grind Don't Help Me Get Out My Speech Can I Been In The Streets Longer Than
haulin down the street with one shoe on Walked straight into some niggas with all blue on I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in long beach Cause in california
hobblin' down the street with one shoe on Walk straight into some niggas with' all blue on I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in Long Beach? Cause in
comin' get the fuck out the entrance! Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Motherfucker... Damn, these motherfuckers are on my ass man I gotta make it back to motherfuckin' Long Beach
me comin' get the fu*k out the entrance! Run! Fu*k that! Run! Cops got guns! Mothafu**a?. Damn, these mothafuckas are on my as* man I gotta make it back to mothafuckin' Long Beach
that it's starting to show Should have seen it long ago There was a time I believed You were everything I need So now I'm taking a chase of Cavasier
She got the long blond hair Got the red sports car And you know she's got the Top laid back Se got the movie star smile Got the sun kissed tan Santa Barbara
do They got sandy beaches We'll find someone to teach us A way to a hideaway Where can't nobody reach us We'll find us a rainbow and chase it all day long
looked like R Crumb drew em. They grew em in the royal dirt of Suffolk County's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms. Long
's to blame. Nights are getting long, Swallows have gone, following the sun There's a chill in the air Dog days are off the leash, chasing snowballs on the beach
shed grab my life and take control, id see her at the beach and it would..... it would be good. as long as the soul is good as long as the soul is great
the sun shine in I'm having sex on the beach with a black Russian See we was discussing our fuzzy navel She used to live on Long Island with Iced Tea