unplanned same time same place soaking the sunrays don?t you forget my face girl: in the summertime it?s all good you know just what i mean the boys
Shows clouds fromt plenty dro And we ready for war in the state of...Georgia Dirty Words Dirty Birds Its mean in the dirty south If you ever disrespect
her work cut out for you) Momma need a benz (got a roof cut out for you) Kinda short up on yo rent (got a whole new house for you) And dont worry what
like it, you can shove it But you don?t like it, you love it So I?ll be up here in a rage ?til they bring the curtain down on this stage (Beach Boys
in my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more
is you thinkin'? Murk you Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans Down with all of you
new six Lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix Lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga (Verse 1) Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach
nigga, nigga named M-o-e I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive you know we stayin playa made, you know we
on, me and you nigga And you, wha? And you, wha? And you, wha? Nigga I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches This remix for real
birds It's mean in this dirty south You ever disrespect it And we'll clean out your dirty mouth Bulldawgs is clockin', these look out boys is hawkin' You
you speak And if all you see is America's next freak Take me home, take me home, take me home This one's for America's teens And the beach boys rockin
down to the Park Hotel Past the Baptist Veteran's Mall Back then, a man in uniform Might mean anything at all Oh, pray for you, pray for me Sing it
re gonna die You who quote the legends You who poisoned all of my dreams You who pinned all of the medals on All those boys from Omaha Beach Hope you
feel like heaven But baby, we just look like hell Now act like you mean it where paradise was In the valley of the low, low sun Act like you mean it
Everything unplanned Same time, same place Soaking the sun rays Don't you forget my face In the summertime it's all good You know what I mean The boys
got a fetish for boys that's pushing them nice toys A fetish for dem boys that's fresher than altoids I got a thing for a dude in a fresh pair of Mauris
Where you at, where you at, where you at? Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back You the truth, you the one You're a star, yes you are The way