We're not here to get bored We're not here to get bored We're not here to get bored We're not here to get bored We're not here to get bored We're not
represent Now put your hands up Sex on the beach We've got white sand in our stilettos We freak in my jeep Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo You could
hands up Oooooh oh oooooh Sex on the beach We don't mind sand in our Stilettos We freak In my Jeep Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo (Oh oh) You
talk? Take a walk jerk, this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill This is rap for real, somethin' you feel You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo It's heavy
My Style's louder than a stereo Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin' rappers Then show up at the burials I don't mean to worry y'all but I
up Oooooh Oh Oooooh S*x on a beach We get sand in our stilletos We freak And we're cheap So play the songs on the stereo You could travel the world
oh ohhhhhhh! Sex, on the beach, We don't mind sand in our stilettos! We fre-e-eak in my Jeep, Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo! You could travel the world
f/ M.O.P. [Styles] My style's louder than a stereo Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers then show up at the burials I don't mean to
alligators I got skill, you're on my tip, now back off Slack off, let me do this And y'all turn the whack off The radio stereo here we go, flow and
my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters I'm still givin' birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I like them heavy Heavy
Ay! Here we go! Colli boy! Wh-wh-what?s the scenario? Huh? Me and Mario comin? through your stereo So young, so fly, so rich I know you gotta hate this
I hold a dagger in my hand? hey there do you understand why I hold a trigger in my hand? Upon distant sands the waves fall heavily feels heavy like
your sadness feels mine,sometimes the world takes the toll.sometimes there is no way out.sometimes its hard not to fold.these things weigh heavy on my
cocked They could get robbed and stop the luck last Monkeys dance around for MTV spots I lock into a Rock into a rhythm of street and ancient wisdom Experiment in stereo
pay attention And not to mention you look like you're on a pension You look like that ronald MC Donald and MC hammer And by your heavy breathing I can
[DJ Enuff] Ayo, this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own Aight, who dat there? [DJ Kay Slay] Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way Street
L.L. Cool J Serving 'em well And as you all know I am hard as hell Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn' Hemmed my remote control, turned my stereo on
really don't wanna make you famous sucker [Chorus] F the BS F the BS F the BS [Verse 3] Reconnect my dialect with modified jargon Heavy snaps
