Fam-Lay - Beach Cruiser lyrics

[Hook] We be rockin' with the beach cruiser Beach cruiser, stacking on the handlebars You could ride wid me [Verse 1 - Famlay] Look, I'mma be 100 with you If I can't get no money with you I ain't running with you, I ain't even come and get you I ain't being funny with you Can't do nothing with you Let your other cousins come and get you Cause behind my nickle, look, I'mma find my pistols And shoot my way up out the courtroom like I'm Brian Nicols Look, it's a blessing from the Heavens if I ain't twist you Normally, the pa**enger seat'll be dying with you Look at you: bullets is the issue Bullets rip through tissue, bullets rip through gristle Let a physician fix you Look, I'm a missile, inside a silo Cause I know that my flow is like white folk's a**ault rifles Sometimes I'm might go Psycho Sometimes I'm might go Michael I'm not no psycho, no this not no f**ing typo I type on iPhones: you vs me is a no-no White string long, Yo-Yo [Hook] We be rockin' with the beach cruiser Beach cruiser, stacking on the handlebars You could ride wid me [Verse 2 - Famlay] See all that mess they talkin bout? They never block him out, they never NARC him out Singles keep on poppin out See what people talkin bout? See what he's talkin bout, see what she talkin bout T.Y.B.O. poppin out They mic on the right song my right palm Like lightning. My right palm is napalm My icon ?, skate or your bike on Your f** on, you fight on Then bygones be bygones C'mon: you can ride, you can go, you can slide You can roll, you can fly, you can float Hypnotized by the spokes, it's alright if you smoke We can ride to the store Meet up: time to re-up, break a lead up Heat up, light the weed up, beat the beat up Feet up, put your seat up, put your Vs up A down, this is a teaser [Hook] We be rockin' with the beach cruiser Beach cruiser, stacking on the handlebars You could ride wid me