You go for a walk in the park 'cause you don't need anything Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything The face that you see in the door isn
Prevod: Beach House. Walk In The Park.
packed with men It's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen Walkin' through a park with a gang and the guys And a beach full of fellas never opened
' start this shit off right We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got Slick Jazzy Pha in the house tonight We
in vain to breathe The fire we born in Catching rides to the outskirts Tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house
seven digits push me, fuckin' real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece Enough to cop a six, buy the house on the beach Supply
we really make tha party Bottle after Bottle, all the freaky tail shotties {CIROC} Double park the lambos in the front of that Gallardo Walk on the Beach
But all along, I'm still lookin' around And all I can see are these rap groups fallin' down Do you ever think about when you outta here? Condominium and beach house
in the USA Woah, today, my mind begins to stray I sit around an old house Schemin' in the dark I'm walkin' all alone In a bath robe, in the park I
boy had a seizure Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon please ya gots to wreck shop '96, I aint gone stop it gots to come through at that beach we gone drop
couch, nigga Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga Shut'cha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything, I'll pay your house
check's too fat, the banks can't cash it Gimmie ten days, meanwhile i got plastic Country to country I live in hotels No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails Sittin on a beach
A is where I'm from Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out Holdin' weight at my nigga Daz house He always got a thick bad bitch from Long Beach
, and we barkin' not simpin' Yo holmes 'bout that time to start this parking lot pimpin' I keep that thang, huh, posted in the same spot Nothin' but my khaki shorts, house
seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach
thug You walk talk through the park feed them doves Just tell me what it is you see in a thugs love [Verse 3: Pleasure P] We swompin out the waffle house
As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z) I'm the Westcoast Rakim, got you *****z blocked in, Glass house parked
