"The Beach House" lyrics
Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit
For my nigga, Filero on this bitch
Yo, what's up, what's up JC
Man it's real man, here we go
I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
No damn hope, I eloped with the game
Got married at the crack hotel in south man
Holler if you feel me, wet like willy
Got my own island like that little nigga Gilly
And the dang Skipper, fucking that Ginger
Could've played pro ball, but I got injured
Man I wouldn't kid you, I'ma throw dew
Got a fine bitch in the 6-0-2
It's more on the menu, I'ma get in you
You watch Ms. America, I fucked Ms. Virginia
I'm known to burst, scared go to church
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch
I'ma scrape the curbs with my brand new twenties
Go buy some more 'cause to me they just pennies
I won two Emmys, man I win awards
Got so much heat I could open up your pours
Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
Now my mama high, 'cause she ate my weed brownies
Now she tripping calling 9-1-1
I'm sad 'cause she called me a what a bad son
But I promise it's gon' wear off soon
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons
I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used
'Cause a ho just want to get in my fruit of the loom
I'm about the shrooms, I'ma spread the news
SPM undefeated can't lose
Hit the dang "Snooze" on my alarm
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dopehouse charm, with the diamonds in it
I'ma fuck Missy Elliot for one minute
Then I be finished, I smoke spinach
Just like Popeye except a little different
I sell reggie but I smoke hydroponic
I got more brown bag specials than Sonic
Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my hustle
Never love a bitch 'cause I just don't trust her
Never popped the question, I'ma stay a bachelor
I'm in the kitchen flipping cookies with my spatula
Do what I have to, on the third chapter
Talk with my Glock when I come holler at you
Call me the greaser, roach and a tweezer
Don't fuck with that nigga 'cause he's a motherfucking killer
Out the Hilla
Cocaine dealer
Get my shit off a eighteen-wheeler
My niggas, niggas, bar sippers
Now I'm packing flippers
Large old flippers
Roll '84s 'til them hoes start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Stop at Timmy Chan's for the wings and rice
Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers
You can play hockey, I'ma play hookie
On the mic niggas say that I'm the dookie
They trying to shoot me, 'cause I'm making movies
Went "Gold" twice, buy ice and rubies
I'ma eat at Luby's, save my doobies
She in a D cup 'cause I bought them boobies
I'ma take the tuna, shoes are puma
I'ma go on vacation to Blue Lagoona
'Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba
I'ma eat a bowl of beans and I'ma play the tuba
See I'm awful throwed, y'all should also know
That I'm with a Swamp Thing at Pappadeaux
And he frozen, got the what house on the ocean
Fuck her in the ass with some suntan lotion
All in the open, where people could see
My next-door neighbor's taking pictures of me
I'm a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand
Bought the lot and told the cops, "Get off of my land."
With my Barbie
I'ma throw a party
They want my autograph but I don't got a sharpie
No more Bacardi, I'm drunk I need some coffee
About to throw up bitch get the fuck off me
But anyway man, hold them up, who is you
You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue
But you suck a good dick, so I won't say shit
Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick
But what he don't know ain't gon' hurt him though
But hold up when he hear this song he'll be swoll'
Man, I'ma have to tell him that his album sucks
And he shouldn't buy it or even listen to it once
So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet
Take her to the store and tell that bitch to brush her teeth
Roll '84s 'til them hoes start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Stop at Timmy Chan's for the wings and rice
Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers
For my nigga, Filero on this bitch
Yo, what's up, what's up JC
Man it's real man, here we go
I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
No damn hope, I eloped with the game
Got married at the crack hotel in south man
Holler if you feel me, wet like willy
Got my own island like that little nigga Gilly
And the dang Skipper, fucking that Ginger
Could've played pro ball, but I got injured
Man I wouldn't kid you, I'ma throw dew
Got a fine bitch in the 6-0-2
It's more on the menu, I'ma get in you
You watch Ms. America, I fucked Ms. Virginia
I'm known to burst, scared go to church
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch
I'ma scrape the curbs with my brand new twenties
Go buy some more 'cause to me they just pennies
I won two Emmys, man I win awards
Got so much heat I could open up your pours
Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
Now my mama high, 'cause she ate my weed brownies
Now she tripping calling 9-1-1
I'm sad 'cause she called me a what a bad son
But I promise it's gon' wear off soon
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons
I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used
'Cause a ho just want to get in my fruit of the loom
I'm about the shrooms, I'ma spread the news
SPM undefeated can't lose
Hit the dang "Snooze" on my alarm
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dopehouse charm, with the diamonds in it
I'ma fuck Missy Elliot for one minute
Then I be finished, I smoke spinach
Just like Popeye except a little different
I sell reggie but I smoke hydroponic
I got more brown bag specials than Sonic
Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my hustle
Never love a bitch 'cause I just don't trust her
Never popped the question, I'ma stay a bachelor
I'm in the kitchen flipping cookies with my spatula
Do what I have to, on the third chapter
Talk with my Glock when I come holler at you
Call me the greaser, roach and a tweezer
Don't fuck with that nigga 'cause he's a motherfucking killer
Out the Hilla
Cocaine dealer
Get my shit off a eighteen-wheeler
My niggas, niggas, bar sippers
Now I'm packing flippers
Large old flippers
Roll '84s 'til them hoes start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Stop at Timmy Chan's for the wings and rice
Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers
You can play hockey, I'ma play hookie
On the mic niggas say that I'm the dookie
They trying to shoot me, 'cause I'm making movies
Went "Gold" twice, buy ice and rubies
I'ma eat at Luby's, save my doobies
She in a D cup 'cause I bought them boobies
I'ma take the tuna, shoes are puma
I'ma go on vacation to Blue Lagoona
'Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba
I'ma eat a bowl of beans and I'ma play the tuba
See I'm awful throwed, y'all should also know
That I'm with a Swamp Thing at Pappadeaux
And he frozen, got the what house on the ocean
Fuck her in the ass with some suntan lotion
All in the open, where people could see
My next-door neighbor's taking pictures of me
I'm a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand
Bought the lot and told the cops, "Get off of my land."
With my Barbie
I'ma throw a party
They want my autograph but I don't got a sharpie
No more Bacardi, I'm drunk I need some coffee
About to throw up bitch get the fuck off me
But anyway man, hold them up, who is you
You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue
But you suck a good dick, so I won't say shit
Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick
But what he don't know ain't gon' hurt him though
But hold up when he hear this song he'll be swoll'
Man, I'ma have to tell him that his album sucks
And he shouldn't buy it or even listen to it once
So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet
Take her to the store and tell that bitch to brush her teeth
Roll '84s 'til them hoes start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Stop at Timmy Chan's for the wings and rice
Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers
