Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beach Cruisin', artist - Redfoo. Album song Party Rock Mansion, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 17.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Party Rock
Song language: English
Beach Cruisin' |
Cruising down the strand like «What's up?» |
Like «What's up?» |
Girlies in the sand, tan and buzzed, tanning butts |
My favorite shoes on my feet, my shorts say La Freak |
And my tank is a shirt that’s cut (Chicka ahhhhhhhhhhh) |
Everybody think I’m a star (He's a star) |
Riding slow, sitting low with my monkey handlebars |
And I’m weaving through the skaters |
And tripping on them haters |
Cause I’m doing it real extra large |
I got a Koozie on my brew so the cops don’t sweat me |
They ain’t tripping on what I’m sipping on |
Cause it look like a Pepsi |
Ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?) |
Ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?) |
Ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?) |
Ask me what I’m doing |
I got a Koozie on my brew so the cops don’t sweat me |
They ain’t tripping on what I’m sipping on |
Cause it look like a Pepsi |
Ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?) |
Ask me what I’m doing (Uh, what are you doing?) |
I’m at the beach, cruisin' |
I’m at the beach, cruisin' |
Today is the day I just cruise |
I need to roll to the store to get some more brews |
And I look so automatic weaving through the traffic |
It’s a bad habit, but goddamn it, the food smooth |
I pull up at the grocery |
Cling cling, cling cling so they know it’s me |
«No bikes allowed!» |
yelled security |
But with my beat so loud, I ain’t heard the G |
Two girls like, «Hey, Foo!» |
I’m like, «Yeah, baby» |
Cru-cru-cru-cruising down the aisle |
Weaving through the old ladies |
That Corona is a classic so I put some in my basket |
Pull up to the clerk, she said, «Paper or plastic?» |
Now security is hooting and hollering |
But I, I, I, I can’t be bothered, man |
I’m like, ask me what I’m doing (What you doing?) |
Ask me what I’m doing |
(Uh, whatcha doing? What the fuck you doing?) |
I’m at the beach, cruisin' |
I’m at the beach, cruisin' |
Lying on the beach feeling buzzed |
These two girls aren’t naked, but I really wish they was |
Then they say, «Let's go back to our crib |
You see that beach house?» |
I’m like «That's where y’all live?» |
They say «We're house sitting for my parents friends» |
I’m like «Oh, really» as I pulled down my lens |
Winked and a blink chilling at the kitchen sink |
Pouring two more shots, it’s really getting hot |
Proceed to go to the jacuzzi |
Both leading me and they showing me the booty |
I feel it’s my duty, I feel it’s my job |
This is the moment where I look up and thank God |
We all got ridiculous, my kill count increases |
They said they weren’t religious but I made them scream «Oh, Jesus, Jesus, |
Jesus…» |
Ay yo, Q! |
Yeah, I just went in and got two |
Hey man, where you at? |
I’m at the beach cruisin' |
Yeah, ok, well shit, yeah |
Yeah, I’mma go pick up some more brews |
You know what I’m saying |
Yeah, yeah, call Dave, call Ryan, call Garcias |
Let’s go man, where’s the party, man |
Yeah, we gotta stay down here, you know what I’m saying |
So we can save the, the fire pit |
Yeah, cause they, they filling up right now |
Yeah, I’ll be here, I’ll get the wood, man |
Oh, you know I got the wood |
Yeah, let’s go, say oh oh, ow ow |
Say ooh ooh, say ooh ooh |
Now party over here |
Say what? |
Party over here |
Say what? |
Party over here |
Say what? |
Now party over here |
Say what? |