| That’s right
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| Ayy
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| Who you know talk like this?
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| Northside beach boy, I really walk like this
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| Yeah, all the girls gon' flock to this
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| Don’t matter where you from, ayy
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| Who you know talk like this?
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| Northside beach boy, I really walk like this
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| Yeah, all the girls gon' flock to this
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| Don’t matter where you from, you could rock with us
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| Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa (Could rock with us)
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| Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, could rock with us
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| Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah (Could rock with us)
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| Fasho, fasho, fasho
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| Look
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| You could ride with us if you want
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| Another party in the Blunt Town, we gon' turn it up
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| Bottles in the backpack, bikes in the front
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| Lil' mama lookin' at me like she might be in love, yeah
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| She might be in love
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| Real bad mamacita with the Henny in her cup
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| Hella— Hella patriotic with that flag on her butt
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| Hopped on my handlebars and she passed me the blunt, yeah
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| We gettin' high on the West Side
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| Like everywhere we go
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| Homies on probation, so we duckin', 5−0
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| Shawty soaking up the sun, barely wearing any clothes, oh, ooh-whoa
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| Party on the coast
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| Bring all of your girlfriends, leave all of your bros
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| Feelin' like a firework, bitch I’m 'bouta blow
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| They love me everywhere, everywhere I go
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| Who you know talk like this?
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| Northside beach boy, I really walk like this
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| Yeah, all the girls gon' flock to this
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| Don’t matter where you from, ayy
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| Who you know talk like this?
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| Northside beach boy, I really walk like this
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| Yeah, all the girls gon' flock to this
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| Don’t matter where you from, you could rock with us
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| Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa (Could rock with us)
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| Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, could rock with us
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| Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah (Could rock with us)
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| Fasho, fasho, fasho
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Need to come and rock with us
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| Pull up on the kid, take shots with us, yeah
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| You could do a lot with us
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| Forever young in this bitch, ain’t no stopping us, no
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| Shawty’s lookin' hot for us
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| Lil' mama’s got legs like an octopus
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| Young thief in the night, call me Robin Hood
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| I’m from the beach but I grind out in Hollywood
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| Yeah, you hatin', we don’t feel that
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| Dr— Drama, need to kill that, let that shit go
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| Where the females at?
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| Got a bottle and a 12 pack, straight from the store
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| You know I shine and I glow
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| I’m beach boy’d out, bitch, head to the toe (Toe)
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| This that 714
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| Put on for my city, now you know
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| I be yellin', «Fuck the world», like I’m 'Pac and shit
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| Northside beach boy by the docks and shit
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| All my ladies rock they hips
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| Have them lames sit back, let 'em talk they shit, whoa
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| Who you know talk like this?
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| Northside beach boy, I really walk like this
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| Yeah, all the girls gon' flock to this
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| Don’t matter where you from, ayy
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| Who you know talk like this?
|
| Northside beach boy, I really walk like this
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| Yeah, all the girls gon' flock to this
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| Don’t matter where you from, you could rock with us
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| Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa (Could rock with us)
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| Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, could rock with us
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| Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah (Could rock with us)
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| Fasho, fasho, fasho |