Busta Rhymes, The Game, Dr. Dre - The Ocean lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Busta Rhymes, The Game, Dr. Dre - The Ocean lyrics]
(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here
(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah
It's to the left
(Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we
Ain't hard to find
Follow the sunshine
(Fuckin' everywhere
Do you know where to find me
Right under that palm tree island)
I'm goin', goin'
Take a flight like a motherfuckin' Boeing
Aftermath, and faggot like
You ain't knowin'
We stack Bentleys, drive fast cars
And fuck with multiple minages
Livin' the largest, nigga we heartless
How could you blame us?
Crooked cops, they frame us
They mad cause I'm more famous than Amos
Right?
Taking cookies from these rookies
Could be dangerous
Right?
Salute your motherfucking city
Of them Angels
Right!
That entertain the life
That ain't the life that we livin'
Most of my niggas is better off in prison
Wishin', missing
They fuckin' kids, man, they fuckin' wife
Man
The double meaning only caught up
With that white man
Turn off the lights, man, put up the lights
Man
Let 'em know we still got
It for the right price
Man
And you could disappear for the right price
Man
This the left culture
Best know everybody get lost just
(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here
(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah
It's to the left
(Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we
Ain't hard to find
Follow the sunshine
(Fuckin' everywhere)
Where the beaches? Where the bitches?
You know, right here, so come on in
Well, I'm gone man
They out of Goose, get Patron then
Can't sell it, move it by the zone and
The money talk
Only conversate with grown men
The paper real basic
Like the birds that get flown in
California hotties
Like furniture in my lobby
Where I'm from, don't you know? Nigga
Drinkin' ain't a hobby
I'm bi-coastal
Nigga don't make me go postal
You know I keep the Glock
9 comfy in my holster
I'm supposed to ride roasters
Sip bottles on Louis coasters
Feed bitch niggas to the vultures
What, you mad cause I'm back with the doc?
Money, alongside the yacht
Diamonds inside of my watch, ballin'
We all live playin' poker with this rap shit
Game time chips on the table
You know how I get
Hundred thousand Benz
Million dollar checks
Lookin' on my city
Kinda hard when you standin'
Through the clouds and
Whenever you touchdown in Cali, be prepared
Cause niggas there
Might put your life on the line
Put your life on the line
Put your life on the line
Put your life on the line
If you wonderin' where I be
You know where to find me
I'll be right by that ocean
Don't get it twisted
It's the fuckin' pacific
Come and see, I be right by that ocean
From comin' to follow that order
Understood? We comin' from the water
From comin' to follow that order
Understood? We comin' from the water
(Tryna' find the ocean
Tryna' find the ocean
Tryna' find the ocean)
(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah
It's to the left
(Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we
Ain't hard to find
Follow the sunshine
(Fuckin' everywhere
Do you know where to find me
Right under that palm tree island)
I'm goin', goin'
Take a flight like a motherfuckin' Boeing
Aftermath, and faggot like
You ain't knowin'
We stack Bentleys, drive fast cars
And fuck with multiple minages
Livin' the largest, nigga we heartless
How could you blame us?
Crooked cops, they frame us
They mad cause I'm more famous than Amos
Right?
Taking cookies from these rookies
Could be dangerous
Right?
Salute your motherfucking city
Of them Angels
Right!
That entertain the life
That ain't the life that we livin'
Most of my niggas is better off in prison
Wishin', missing
They fuckin' kids, man, they fuckin' wife
Man
The double meaning only caught up
With that white man
Turn off the lights, man, put up the lights
Man
Let 'em know we still got
It for the right price
Man
And you could disappear for the right price
Man
This the left culture
Best know everybody get lost just
(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here
(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah
It's to the left
(Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we
Ain't hard to find
Follow the sunshine
(Fuckin' everywhere)
Where the beaches? Where the bitches?
You know, right here, so come on in
Well, I'm gone man
They out of Goose, get Patron then
Can't sell it, move it by the zone and
The money talk
Only conversate with grown men
The paper real basic
Like the birds that get flown in
California hotties
Like furniture in my lobby
Where I'm from, don't you know? Nigga
Drinkin' ain't a hobby
I'm bi-coastal
Nigga don't make me go postal
You know I keep the Glock
9 comfy in my holster
I'm supposed to ride roasters
Sip bottles on Louis coasters
Feed bitch niggas to the vultures
What, you mad cause I'm back with the doc?
Money, alongside the yacht
Diamonds inside of my watch, ballin'
We all live playin' poker with this rap shit
Game time chips on the table
You know how I get
Hundred thousand Benz
Million dollar checks
Lookin' on my city
Kinda hard when you standin'
Through the clouds and
Whenever you touchdown in Cali, be prepared
Cause niggas there
Might put your life on the line
Put your life on the line
Put your life on the line
Put your life on the line
If you wonderin' where I be
You know where to find me
I'll be right by that ocean
Don't get it twisted
It's the fuckin' pacific
Come and see, I be right by that ocean
From comin' to follow that order
Understood? We comin' from the water
From comin' to follow that order
Understood? We comin' from the water
(Tryna' find the ocean
Tryna' find the ocean
Tryna' find the ocean)