The Beach House Songtext
von SPM

Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit
Filero on this -
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 - 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 - Gilly
And the dang Skipper, - that Ginger
Could′ve played pro ball, but I got injured

Man, I wouldn′t kid you, I'ma throw dew
Got a fine - in the 6-0-2
It′s more on the menu, I'ma get in you
You watch Ms. America, I - 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 20′s
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 pores
Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
Now, my mama high, 'cause she ate my- brownies

Now, she′s tripping calling nine-one-one
I′m sad 'cause she called me a what a bad son
But I promise it′s gone wear off soon
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons

I'm on Calhoun, sometimes I feel used
′Cause a - just want to get in my fruit of the loom
I'm about the -, I′ma spread the news
SPM undefeated can't lose

Hit the dang snooze on my alarm
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dope house charm with the diamonds in it
I'ma - 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 -
I got more brown bag specials than Sonic

Man, I′m on it, I mean I′m on my hustle
Never love a '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 - when I come holler at you
Call me the greaser, roach and a tweezer
Don't - with that - ′cause he's a

- Killer out the Hilla, cocaine dealer
Get my - off a 18 wheeler
My - bar sippers
Now, I'm packing flippers, large old flippers

Roll ′84s ′til them - start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Stop and Timmy Chan's for the wings and rice
Then to the store, I need a 40 on some dice
Hill wood 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 - say that I'm the dookie
They′re trying to shoot me, 'cause I′m making movies
Went gold twice, buy ice and rubies

I'ma eat at Luby's, save my -
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
- 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 -, so I won′t say -
Then, I saw the - kissing on my boy Nick
But what he don't know ain′t gone 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 to any girl that you meet
Take her to the store and tell that - to brush her teeth

Roll ′84s 'til them - start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Stop and Timmy Chan′s for the wings and rice
Then to the store, I need a 40 on some dice
Hill wood 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