You're pretty dreamy for a boy from Long Island You should come to see me on my western horizon Seems as though it's 'cause we're never meant to meet
Tulkojums: Šis suns. Long Island.
outta yourself, by assumin' (Yeah, now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that
representin', always talkin' shit, big shit (That's what we do) It's been about 15 long years, mackin', profilin' Workin' up in the booth off some top shelf Long Islands
dark, yo, I do this alone That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do
: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? (BIG: Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that
yo, yo you gotta drop me off at Coney island man (What?) You gotta take me to Coney Island man (Shaquille O'Neal) Nah dog, nah dog we on our way to
You hate a man's rap flow, I invented that shit You see hoes on stage show, I invented that shit They say I could have been, but I never been That's
DJ RED WHATS UP NIGGA {CHORUS} GO DJ, THATS MY DJ GO DJ, THATS MY DJ DON'T U BRANG NO WEAPONS, KNIVES,AND GUNS GO DJ, THATS MY DJ {REPEAT 2xS} VERSE
can holla at a playa, I got nuttin' but love "There they go," that's what they say when we hit the floor Get our groove on fo' sho', you know, that's
fellas, holdin' drinks with pink umbrellas On some island that I can't even spell Then we slide over to Gucci, right before we go for sushi That's a version
With long brown hair I took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took off her bra Took off her pants You know that I
sucked in the Batmobile I live in Long Island, with a house of retards And illegal aliens that need green cards I'm a rap legend to little weird white kids That
and that's a fact Bet's the believe it's got to be goody goody green That's where it's at This is my smokin' song It ain't very long, but guaranteed
that endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support Take your sweatpants off, fix your mascara Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island Twelve strong bitches that
hustlin' dog La la la la La la la la Keep hustlin' dog La la la la la Yeah, yeah La la la la la Keep hustlin' dog La la la la La la la la (Yeah, check
to a island. he cant even buy you sand i put it down right(down right) me i need a queen to wear that crown right(crown right) i can turn your long days
to warn me for the best Said Mase, nigga's gon' love you, nigga, long as you fresh Long as you hot, long as you cop Long as you not that nigga who be
