But we ain't villains that be stepping out of line We just like going cruising at the beach in the summertime [Chorus x2] [Royal T] Cooling by the
(feat. Bizz, Latino) [Royal T] Another day, I cruise at the beach Car sitting low, my homey's in the next seat It's the Royal, rims clean with the top
you can't fuck with the real motherfuckers From the Eastside, to the Southeastside Real motherfuckers are down to ride [Royal T] It's the motherfucking Royal
If you slip, get your mothafuckin cap peeled Rap deals run on a daily basis Nigga don't trip, tie your mothafuckin shoe laces [Chorus 1 and 2] [Royal T
roof in the trunk Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak Can't fuck with NY Get my diesel from South Beach you ain't got a ride
on the skate and I bosut a heelflip, speak with dirt slang and I just can't quit. I'm D-LOC-er the late night toker. Royal flush gots you bluffin like
the light when you can't see I'm that air when you can't breathe (That's right) I'm that feeling when you can't leave Some doubt, some believe (C'mon)
close are you to Zion ? Inna Emmanuel Tabernacle have you ever knelt ? Confuse not your heart Power from the source Black child of the Zion is of the eastern coast
, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.
] I'm the light when you can't see I'm that air when you can't breathe I'm that feeling when you can't leave Some doubt, some believe, some lie, cheat
be true, but she don't need another nucka" Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka" He said, "Whatchu mean by snucka?" "It ain't
my whole collasso stop I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album My excuse is, my pops just died And I ain't wanna make music, my pops just
E-40) Y'all thought it was safe muhfuckers! (N.A.S.A. Music) Aww shit we bridging the gap! (N.A.S.A. Music) Weast coast , West coast, let's go! (N.A.
rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's ghost Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T
big homie But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come rick is The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from Wouldn't
or what Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck You wanna act, I wanna fuck No time for rap, just wanna fuck Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what Don't
you smile But we both know damn well I didn't I'm not much of a jester, but I'd test poisoned food for you Your majesty, you're royal blue I'm royalty
boy it's real live just being myself like (juvee?) i'm full proof, chipped tooth, slick like oil can't chase me on the daily, blow k.c. royal from the
