
ocean Ft. T.K Yolo!
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- west coast hip hop
- storytelling
- rap
- 1990s
- hip-hop/rap
- rhythm guitar
- piano
- single
- hip hop
Lyrics
Intro
(this is generational)
Verse
Dog on the loose, don't make me put him in a noose
This is for the G's and this is for the hustlers
Turnin' up the levels, go and put this on your subwoofer
She playin' hard to get, I'ma play it smoother
I got my heart set, I've been dreamin' of Bermuda
I've been chasin' dollar bills, I need to slow it down
How long I been runnin'? I done lost track of the count
Keep the ball bouncin', it's a marathon
My days been countin' down 'til I get across the pond
Verse
Out in the sea
Wouldn't believe what they payin' for beats
[?] rent in a week
I'm out in a place where you wouldn't believe
Smokin' the weed, I ain't even coughin' or chokin'
I don't even need the Sriracha, they spice up my life like they know
All in the flow, I was just throwin' my 'bows
At parties when I was a kid, 'cause I had nowhere to go
Now I'm a grown-up
With a passport, travelin' the whole world with my soul
That mean I sold somethin', like
Verse
I was over in the city with the angels
All in the hell, I was just tryin' to rebel
I don't know, what was I chasin'? (Uh)
Basically chasin' my tail
Now I'm overseas, over the notion
I was over here by the ocean
Feelin' better, writin' letters
Maybe I just gotta open (uh)
It's just like the sea
Got the keys and I wouldn't believe what they payin' for beats
I'm out in a place where you wouldn't believe
[?] a week
I was overseas, I was just smokin' the weed
I ain't even coughin' or chokin'
I don't even need the Sriracha, they spice up my life like they know
Verse
[Verse] Slidin' through the city like Zaytsev in the rubble
Scope catch the sun, ain't no time for trouble
Face like Chigurh, blank as the wall
Air pressure drop when I step through the hall
Perimeter mine, Marlo on the board
Never touch a weapon, still they know the word
Moss in the desert, heavy bag on my back
Tracker on me but I ain't leavin' a track
Jango in the arena, collect the bounty
Leave nothin' but armor, empty out the county
Omar from the alley, whistle do the talk
Whole block clear out 'fore I even walk
[Hook] Infantry and masterminds, that's how we move
(Stringer in the boardroom, tryna make a move)
French Resistance, shadows do the work
(Frank Lucas route, no middleman to lurk)
Atlas on my shoulders, holdin' up the block
(Marcus with the scroll, plannin' when it drop)
[Verse] Crew movin' quiet like the French Resistance
Enemy sleepin', we in the distance
Supply chain clean, straight to the curb
Purest product, not a single word disturbed
Snitches lookin' up, Henry Hill stare
Every chopper passin' got 'em shakin' in they chair
Rivals read my scroll like Aurelius wrote
Philosophy in ink while I plan they boat
Neighborhood depends, Atlas with the weight
Two shoulders holdin' up the whole estate
No cappin', just facts, the block know the code
This the gospel from the west side road
[Verse] Checkpoint Charlie tension on the corner
One wrong look and you a goner
Wiretap buzzin', Bletchley Park decode
Feds in the room tryna crack the code
Safe house deep, Maginot Line
Fortified strong but the flank is fine
Ho Chi Minh trail, supplies through the cracks
Cops on the path but they can't track the stacks
Getaway route like Han through the field
Asteroids missin', navigatin' the real
DMZ strip, thin concrete line
Two armies starin', but the block is mine
[Outro] (Infantry)
(Masterminds)
(That's generational)
(That's generational) (Yeah)
West side forever, the story goes on
(Ooh, ooh)
Dog still on the loose, but the leash is long
(This is generational)
(This is generational)
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