I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's the life baby
it, be about it HEY) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it HEY) Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth, I'm the guard
You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7
the bird gang [Verse 2: Fabolous] What it look like, all I say it most Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it Los' I let these niggas live, I told
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ Wipe
do it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets
out Down under the stairs Tomorrow has come Like it's drunk on the blood Of the men who have dared to be there The earth's still climbing as it keeps
Beach Boys are looking at me Oh... And I'm bought in to that perfect scene That the Mamas & the Papas sing I was dreaming... I was dreaming, yeah...
hell like them country boys if you confront him then you better come confront me fore it (I'm a warrior) [Verse 3: Young Buck] I feel attention when I
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream
dream Whatever you want but you've gotta believe Go on, give it a try Go on, give it a try Go on, give it a try Go on, give it a try Her momma said
It was July hot 'cross Georgia on my way to Myrtle Beach I just got my diploma so I set out in search of me The honeymoon was over, and Alabama was far
They meet the Rich Boys Throw D's on that Bitch Lease on The Whip Beach on the weekend Hotel suite, room keys is a gift Dream of the fame or a ring on
Long Beach boys in the hood should anything go wrong and niggaz act shitty remember fool this is Long Beach city, punk [Chorus] Can you feel it Can you feel it Can you feel it Can you feel it
this road to nowhere And you disappeared right up in the hills Like smoke up a chimney Girl, I go there Yeah in my dreams I visit you still REPEAT