Chuck Inglish - Yacht Rock (Side B) lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Twinz] We on a Yacht, celebrating non-stop Burning pot, thinking ‘bout the journey to the top We on the grind. Ah, who knew this sh**'ll pop I didn't see it. It's like my mind had it blocked Now we hot. Still to this day up shocked Shorty flop, ready to jump right on the spot ‘Bout money, swingin' till my man ops? Stay focused, keep the rare words of my pops Them n***as gon' hate, done till the day I drop I don't worry ‘bout a nine in the Stare? spot [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] Colours, Nardees with the buckets Shorts with the Tims like, f** it Real foreign and the sports look rugged So I tanned in the oven Hardaway, Chris Mullin in the hallway Getting money, get away when it's sunny Feeling lovely, the ball fades for the summer Brush waves, book pays, get it done, then we pumping Ride around in the Saab 900 New Balance for the runners Tanning with the honeys, at the stand to get lunch Chop Salad with the onions, out weird tryna function Shooting Dice with the loved ones [Verse 3: Blu] (Damn, I couldn't even sway to it) Bubble coats, tell coach I need the boat And seldom let us float, so dope with no smoke Murder she wrote, had her burner revoked (decide) Couldn't compose it over burgers and coke Ayo, pompously I approached her whole modesty Novelty like a page out of poverty that I wrote I told her I was dope (word up) Yo, she didn't believe me. She was Stevie