got nothin to do with none of that Besides, whatever Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah) 12 O'Clock, Gambinos Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again [Verse One: 12 O'Clock] It
shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
do it, let's do it And do it and do it, let's live it up And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it 'Cause
coming up again now It's time to think of someplace else Where you can waste all of your problems And check out all the boys and girls At Bondage Beach
competition on the court he appriciates your support but he a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can'
've gotta believe Go on, give it a try Go on, give it a try Go on, give it a try Go on, give it a try Her momma said It's wastin' tips in an all night
Do it again do it again, then flip my ends Now I'm riding in a Phantom, homie fuck a Benz ATL what it do, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn Them Florida niggaz
a mil Money no longer make me smile, it's wild Stress hurt like burying your first child (word) I'm really losin' my drive to do this music (damn) If it
about the past The Past is filled with broken joys, silent toys(?) laughing girls and teasing boys Was I ever in love? I called it love I mean - it felt
but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come
freezin' up, when it's time to pull it, you heard what I said It's Theodore nigga, we all about the bread, niggaz And it's time for a reality check,
california I was homeless in Venice beach It was all a dream Came to California at seventeen Little n-gga tryna bubble up from the crack scene It got
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again Don't run back inside
see you again, hey Sandy girl Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night Them boys in their spiked
Avenue park My life in the dark I with me. Do you smile For Arabian style I like it. Miami beach boys Children with toys Across the universe. Chanson
Previously Unreleased Recorded circa 4/19/62 Bobby Troup Do it over again with take one tape one One, Two, Three Go There's a story told of a very
hope everyone's home for Christmas. I do, too. Brian Wilson, thanks again for coming by. Thank you very much, Jack. And here again, the Beach Boys