MC Devvo & Shady Piez - Boys on the Beach lyrics

Wind commander, get me a Stella Dropping down from a f**in' opiceller Under pressure with these old beats Amber rhymes are fresher than a tube of toothpaste It don't go to waste, it's Devvo, cleaning teeth in your ear In your brainsa and ya sounds and the beats and the rhymes The black boys know it's Devvo's feeding time The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) We're smoking blunts at Christmas I'm gettin' a f**in' sun tan But it's Christmas, flip reverse cuts I don't know what the f**in' drop is all about Sunny and it's shining, Devvo's really fining Checking out the ladies, show us ya b**bies Factor 15 is what I'm wearin, I'm f**in' not being scared But I don't wanna get f**in' cancer and that 'Cause like, that would be bad and that wun it Devvo's got flavour, like a f**in' nasty raver Shout out to the boys, fixing up the mains Round these plains, round these plains Check my beats, check my ryhmes The boys who keeping us to time Ma**ive, black, whites and the Cuban and Asians Well yeah don't you like the nation I don't like Asians, they smell funny Crazy beat boys on a ragga tip Crazy beat boys on a ragga tip Hum make her say what you say like Something about me that's sh** scared and that f**in' coast lines, from coast to coast Whether it be Cleethorpes, you know the most Shout out to the brothers, to the brother ma**ive Or give it the shout out to the black boys, to the white boys To the other boys The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) Electric ring time, everybody's sayin' "Sure" The Jamaica up on to the dancefloor Robots on the dance floor, he's not called Robert He's called something black black Riot sound, police come round Everybody face the drum aloud Riot sounds police come round Getting ya handcuffs and basements sound To the base and the drum beat, bet you move on your feet Whether they are big or small, Devvo is standing tall White boys versus black boys, being clever, coming together With a sense of melier, sense of flavour The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) The boys on the beach are (Are, are) Gettin' high (Gettin' high) Basically rolling, I'm not going I don't know where but I've got a spliff And me wears in me hair, and me caps in me face And I don't know 'cause I don't like this place The police all getting in me grill This is really some kind of thrill It's not a thrill, it's more gay (I'm not gay) That's where this story ends