Представляем точный текст композиции "The Beach House" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста South Park Mexican . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Beach House» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую South Park Mexican передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
South Park Mexican - "The Beach House"
Lyrics to The Beach House : [South Park Mexican talking] Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit For my nigga, Filero on this biatch Yo, whats up, whats up JC Man its real man, here we go [South Park Mexican] Ima have to smoke, Ima have to fucking toke Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke No damn hope, I loc 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 of played proball but I got injured Man I wouldnt kid you, Ima throw dew Got a fine bitch in the 6-0-2 Its more on the menu, Ima get in you You watch Ms. America, I fucked Ms. Virginia Im known to burst, skip go to church Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch Ima 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 Im sad cause she called me a what a bad son But I promise its gone wear off soon Do what I do and just watch some cartoons Im on calhoun, sometimes I feel used Cause a hoe just want to get in my fruit of the loom Im about the shrooms, Ima spread the news SPM undefeated cant lose Hit the dank smooth, all night long I love mama tattooed on my arm Dopehouse charm, with the diamonds in it Ima 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 hydro ponic I got more brown bags than shoes and sonic Man Im on it, I mean Im on my hustle Never love a bitch cause I just dont trust her Never popped the question, Ima stay a bachelor Im 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 Dont fuck with that nigga cause hes a Motherfucking killer out the Hilla, cocaine dealer Get my shit off a eighteen wheeler My niggas, niggas, bar sippers Now Im packing flippers, large old flippers [Chorus: scratching] Roll 80 vogues till them hoes start clacking If you want to jack, I got something for you Not the chimmy change for the beans 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 [South Park Mexican] You can play hockey, Ima play hookie On the mic niggas say that Im the dookie They trying to shoot me, cause Im making movies Went gold twice, buy ice and rubies Ima eat at Lugies, save my doobies She in a D cup cause I bought them boobies Ima take the tuna, shoes are puma Ima go on vacation to Blue Lagoona Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba Ima eat a bowl of beans and Ima play the tuba See Im awful throwed, yall should also know That Im with a swamp thing and Papa Dough 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 nextdoor neighbors taking pictures of me Im 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, Ima throw a party They want my autograph but I dont got a sharpie No more bacardi, Im 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 aint my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue But you suck a good dick, so I wont say shit Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick But what he dont know aint gone hurt him though But hold up when he hear this song hell be swoll Man, Ima have to tell him that his album sucks And he shouldnt 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 [Chorus] [ The Beach House Lyrics ]
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