| Yeah, yeah
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| Rolling, rolling
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| Ooooh
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| We be rolling
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| Another day, I cruise at the beach
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| Car sitting low, Latino’s in the next seat
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| System booming, rims clean with the top back
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| Rep for summer with the locs and the baseball hat
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| Down 805, cuties in the next lane
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| Trying to draw attention for their number and their name
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| We didn’t get no play we got ignored
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| But there’s too many cuties in the sea to fish for
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| I pulled up in the spot in the parking lot
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| Sipping on a 40 at the corner cuz it gets hot
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| Cutties checking out the cars that we roll
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| Black candy with the rims with the booms and the gold
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| Here comes the pigs, turn it down they’re getting nearer
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| Checking out the vatos with the dice in the mirror
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| But we ain’t villains that be stepping out of line
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| We just like going cruising with the cutties in the summertime
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| From the coast to the avenue
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| Our crew is deep, I thought you knew
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| Hitting switches in my 64
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| Baby don’t you know
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| We be rolling
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| I said trucks rolling by with the boom-booms in em
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| I sling Sly shirts with the Levi denim
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| A late night tings in after day time
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| Vatos looking loco, hynas looking fine
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| The veterano’s got the switches to the side
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| The truck’s full of amps in the back of the g-ride
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| Everybody’s styling, Profile’s Low
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| I’m driving real slow, looks like a big car show
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| I peep the cutties with the light Brown complextion
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| Gotta bust a U and go the opposite direction
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| Pi? |
| a Coloda, room at the Ramada
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| Parties at the beach if it gets any hotter
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| Cholos in bandanas, nobody’s down to bang
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| Let the rags hang, it’s a Mexican thang
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| But we ain’t villains that be stepping out of line
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| We just like going cruising at the beach in the summertime
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| Cooling by the shore, hynas cooling in the sand
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| Lotion in their hand with a summertime tan
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| Homies kicking back in the shade drinking brew
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| Have one or two, but they’re down to drink a few
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| Too many drinks when the evening arrive
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| Pass the keys to the homies, it ain’t safe to drink and drive
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| Four five burning, sea breeze blowing
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| Broadies dress sexy, body half showing
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| Trying to draw attention, Latino had I mentioned
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| Pack in the glove, don’t forget about prevention
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| Ready to hit the motel it’s almost 1 o’clock
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| Everything closed so we head to Heidi’s Taco Shop
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| Cutties wanna roll, the lab is where we sent em Taking em to the room, we did the wild thing with em But we ain’t ones to wine and dine
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| I’d rather cruise with the hynas at the beach in the summertime |