| Cruising down the strand like «What's up?» |
| Like «What's up?»
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| Girlies in the sand, tan and buzzed, tanning butts
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| My favorite shoes on my feet, my shorts say La Freak
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| And my tank is a shirt that’s cut (Chicka ahhhhhhhhhhh)
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| Everybody think I’m a star (He's a star)
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| Riding slow, sitting low with my monkey handlebars
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| And I’m weaving through the skaters
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| And tripping on them haters
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| Cause I’m doing it real extra large
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| I got a Koozie on my brew so the cops don’t sweat me
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| They ain’t tripping on what I’m sipping on
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| Cause it look like a Pepsi
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| Ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?)
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| Ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?)
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| Ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?)
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| Ask me what I’m doing
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| I got a Koozie on my brew so the cops don’t sweat me
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| They ain’t tripping on what I’m sipping on
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| Cause it look like a Pepsi
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| Ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?)
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| Ask me what I’m doing (Uh, what are you doing?)
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| I’m at the beach, cruisin'
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| I’m at the beach, cruisin'
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| Today is the day I just cruise
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| I need to roll to the store to get some more brews
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| And I look so automatic weaving through the traffic
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| It’s a bad habit, but goddamn it, the food smooth
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| I pull up at the grocery
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| Cling cling, cling cling so they know it’s me
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| «No bikes allowed!» |
| yelled security
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| But with my beat so loud, I ain’t heard the G
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| Two girls like, «Hey, Foo!» |
| I’m like, «Yeah, baby»
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| Cru-cru-cru-cruising down the aisle
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| Weaving through the old ladies
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| That Corona is a classic so I put some in my basket
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| Pull up to the clerk, she said, «Paper or plastic?»
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| Now security is hooting and hollering
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| But I, I, I, I can’t be bothered, man
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| I’m like, ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?)
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| Ask me what I’m doing
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| (Uh, whatcha doing? What the fuck you doing?)
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| I’m at the beach, cruisin'
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| I’m at the beach, cruisin'
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| Lying on the beach feeling buzzed
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| These two girls aren’t naked, but I really wish they was
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| Then they say, «Let's go back to our crib
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| You see that beach house?»
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| I’m like «That's where y’all live?»
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| They say «We're house sitting for my parents friends»
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| I’m like «Oh, really» as I pulled down my lens
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| Winked and a blink chilling at the kitchen sink
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| Pouring two more shots, it’s really getting hot
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| Proceed to go to the jacuzzi
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| Both leading me and they showing me the booty
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| I feel it’s my duty, I feel it’s my job
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| This is the moment where I look up and thank God
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| We all got ridiculous, my kill count increases
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| They said they weren’t religious but I made them scream «Oh, Jesus, Jesus,
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| Jesus…»
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| Ay yo, Q! |
| Yeah, I just went in and got two
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| Hey man, where you at?
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| I’m at the beach cruisin'
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| Yeah, ok, well shit, yeah
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| Yeah, I’mma go pick up some more brews
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Yeah, yeah, call Dave, call Ryan, call Garcias
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| Let’s go man, where’s the party, man
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| Yeah, we gotta stay down here, you know what I’m saying
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| So we can save the, the fire pit
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| Yeah, cause they, they filling up right now
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| Yeah, I’ll be here, I’ll get the wood, man
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| Oh, you know I got the wood
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| Yeah, let’s go, say oh oh, ow ow
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| Say ooh ooh, say ooh ooh
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| Now party over here
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| Say what? |
| Party over here
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| Say what? |
| Party over here
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| Say what? |
| Now party over here
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| Say what? |