stop best believe this Let it out. Let it out loud. Cause here?s the best of chances we?ve had So don?t go We?ve got plans up and down this coast And
We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts: You're standing there on a balcony in summer air. See the lights,
She's got these games she likes to play but she keeps me around in the strangest ways and when she's alright then i'm just fine and we live life like
We could fly to the moon girl and call it home we could swim through the ocean and cast out these woes i've had too much but it's never enough she said
Baby let's sober up and make our move oh ohohoh oh ohoh i'm selling you out We'll spend the night alone, tonight it's me and you oh ohohoh oh ohoh i'
frustrated i hope you hate it and baby i, baby i know that you've got your life to live and baby i, baby i know there's nothing you wouldn't give right
(Originally by Taylor Swift) We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts: You're standing there on a balcony in
We could fly to the moon girl And call it home And we could swim through the ocean and cast out these walls I've had too much But it's never enough
about this motherfuckin' click motherfucker? We maddoggin' in this bitch, ya dig We got motherfuckers drinkin' on the hater grade, that ain't right My
Yeah I got a lot of fuckin' friends in this world man But I don't think this nigga right here is my fuckin' friend I heard alot of shit right here I think
my go getters This guerilla music, go get your scrilla music [Hook] This ain't the limelight, this is the street life If you wanna eat right (get that
the coast road back through your life? See the sand, the moon, the stars that shine the light And say, well, they?ll do all right for me? We shroud our
go ahead and take it (We must be in love) If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk (We must be in love) From the coast of California all
me that you're satisfied, You blink whenever you lie, When all your middle class dreams blow up in your face, Losing trying to be right, That's the story
all playas don't sip alike some Barre kiss in a Sun Kist or see how dark we can make Sprite (Ooooooh) keep ya mind right, set ya own dreams with your
the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pa*s the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up
yo, Hussein Fatal You know Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Mu' pass the mac and let me hit 'em in his back Frank White need to get spanked right
coast was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain