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Day At The Beach Lyrics

Come and take a ride down to the westside
Where I was born and raised any my spirit died
I cried, cuz I just couldn't take it
I couldn't f**kin' take it no more
I ran around town with a tre-five-seven
Heaven was only a bottle away
Kickin' at the pier by the Santa Monica bay
Pray for me cuz I need it
You come and play your games with me you'll be defeated

You retreated to the west without a bullet-proof vest
You wanted to be a guest
But got a clip emptied in your chest
Critical condition at best
Get on Venice Boulivade
And take that mutha f**ka west
Until you see the ocean
And a big ass commotion
Have your gat within reach
We're spending a day at the beach

I'm getting ready for a day in the sun
Hoochie mamma's never run from me and fifty-one
cuz we raised in Venice, not Orange County
Used to get drunk in the speedway alley
Whoever said "It's all good"
Is definately not from my hood
I'd like to get the f**k out
If I ever could but I can't
So I get up and roll with my homies
All the mutha f**ka's down in Venice know me
Cuz I'm strolling down the boardwalk
With the gangsta sag
Flippin quarters to the bums
And all the sea hags

Then I see my old homie from Venice high
My, I didn't know that time could fly
When you're getting high
Like every single day
My memory has faded and my thoughts have gone away
Day by day
Yesterday just seems to decay
So listen to the lesson that I teach
Life is no day at the beach

I'm spending a day at the beach
Out on bail with my loc's and a skeech
You got to listen to the lesson that I teach
My life is no day at the beach

(Venice beach, just one of the many beach cities
Where gang members from all parts
Or gangsta's as they prefer to be called
Come for recreation)

My pager's going off like I got Vegas in my pocket
If you want to bring up shit boy
In my day we used to talk it
We used to roll up deep with like twenty friends
That was one car load of fools
And we were dragging the rear end
Went from party to party that is how it would go
It wouldn't be unusual if we all had to throw
Down with some mutha f**kin' clowns
If they by chance won
We'd be back and firing rounds

I ain't never forgettin' bout the chicks
That used to hang with us
And all the times they gave me B.J's
In the backseat of the larry bus
I thank God that I'm here today to sing this song
And I hope that he forgives me
For the things that I've done wrong
Well I guess if he didn't
I'd be long dead and gone
Remember me, that crazy mutha f**ka with a skeech
Spending a day at the beach

I'm spending a day at the beach
Out on bail with my loc's and a skeech
You got to listen to the lesson that I teach
My life is no day at the beach

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