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Beach bunny and beer getting the smack down
Sound of waves crashing faintly in the background
Empty bottle of tequila by my flip-flops
Half-ounce of mega bomb in the ziplock
I do the southern Cali cool shit with ease dude
You wonât catch me wild nâ out that ainât my steez dude
I try to live my life blowing in the breeze dude
So if lifeâs a bitch I keep her on her knees dude
Iâm in my pretty car knocking shottay
Using a Fatburger cup as my ashtray
I got a text from my young bitch in Bowling Hills
Said theyâre warming up the pool and I should come chill
Said sheâd been sipping on mimosas since she woke up
And itâs been a while since she had that slow fuck
Said sheâd make it worth my time if I show up
Nigga I wanna be me when I grow up
Iâm a LAX kind of nigga
Pussy eating slow sex kind of nigga
Not the one you wanna test kind of nigga
Los Angelino Iâm the best kinda of nigga
One time for the West Coast
Two times for California
Three times for the City of the Angels
Carne Asada and Corona
I donât know shit about bottle service
But I pop bottles at bonfires
Iâm smoking on fluffy sitting with Buffy
I met her in Venice walking her puppy
You look at that ocean and thatâs infinity
Itâs all that itâs been and all itâs gonna be
Every inch of this city caught in my memory
From the Northridge dorms to elementary
When I was wasting away in the penitentiary
I was missing my city and she was missing me
But now Iâm home and sheâs giving me all her energy
The King is back letâs sing to that
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I grew up on the beach homie
I donât get impressed by those shiny things