Long Beach Gran Prix lyrics

[Verse: ATG]
Yeah, [?] a better place to be, palm trees
Feel that ocean breeze, Long beach gran prix
We [?] all livin' entities, '92 'til infinity
[?] already know where I'm finna be
Shift to fifth gear, hittin 160 [?]
Overtakin' rappers, [?]
Got me bussin' cocaine, strong doin' somthin' dumb
With no condom on, 'til I can [?] she's the one
[?]

[Instrumental Break]
Generation Y 1989

[Verse: Devon Hendryx]
Uh, Sex enhances my b*tches dancin'
Comin' out that condo lookin' greasy handed, coughin' xanax
All my b*tches rope or dope or sniffin' coke or lick some potion
Poppin' pills, poppin beans, [?]
Asap, asap, hol' up where my case at?
Got 40 in my ride (40 in my ride)
I don't stay with b*tches, I play with b*tches
Keep a red shell on 'em, in case they come up missin'
What's your life like, baby? I got that comeback
Long di*k, give a sh*t, f*ck your b*tch and leave her stiff
(boy that f*cker racist)
Flippin' floppin' b*tches droppin' hoes cuffin'
[] shootin' shells and missin' [?]
Super saiyan similies, ain't nobody real as me
DEA be clockin' me but they can't get no [?]
Red shells the [?] but they don't know they enemy
I got so many favors, all these b*tch [] bow they head to me
Rap game, sugar sweet, sour power []
Traded in my soul for them cars and the figures
Now I'm comin' out that bar with two chicks
Condoms in my car and that's it
f*ck her good, f*ck her long
f*ck that b*tch like i just came home
f*ck that b*tch like [?]
f*ck her like she Lisa
And call me Mr. Marcus, you such a f*ckin' teaser
Gran prix baby, speed racer with no visa
Now make it to that finish line, I'll see ya
f*ck your life