Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

All I wanna do is get high by the beach All I wanna do is get by by the beach Get by baby, baby, bye bye The truth is I never bought into your bullshit When you would pay tribute to me 'Cause I know that All I wanted to do was get high by the beach Get

I don't wanna go to school I just wanna break the rules Comin' up until we die Boys and girls across the world Putting on our dancing shoes Going to the discotheque Getting high and getting wrecked Na-na na na And never stop, it's how we ride

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Do you cry sometimes? And your papa's kinda mean You can stop playing that shit out on me Chasing down a wild fire Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me? You wanna get high? You overcome those desires before you come to me I think your mama's

I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah) Too low to get under (yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah) Someone's always tryin' to start

I could tell you want more She get lifted, she get stoney She get so high, she get stoned I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I'll supply you with the potent I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin'

But I'm so high, its sober I know my mind is sober I Know my mind is sober And I want it ? Motherfuckers wanna get famous Bust guns and get dangerous (dangerous) Daddy graduated from Cambridge Money talks in every language Real recognize that stainless

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga