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mc devvo & shady piez - boys on the beach lyrics

wind commander, get me a stella
dropping down from a f-kin’ opiceller
under pressure with these old beats
amber rhymes are fresher than a tube of toothpaste
it dont go to waste its devvo, cleaning t–th in your ear
in your brains, and ya sounds, and the beats and the rhymes
the black boys know its devvo’s feeding time!

the boys on the beach are, (are, are) gettin’ high (gettin’ high)
the boys on the beach are, (are, are) gettin’ high (gettin’ high)
the boys on the beach are, (are, are) gettin’ high (gettin’ high)
the boys on the beach are, (are, are) gettin’ high (gettin’ high)

we’re smoking blunts at christmas, im gettin’ a f-kin’ sun tan
but its christamas, flip reverse cuts, i dont know what the f-kn’ drop is
all about, sunny and its shining, devvo’s really fineing, checking out the ladies
show us ya b00bies! factor 15 is what im wearin, im f-kin’ not being scared
but i dont wanna get f-kin’ cancer and that, coz like, tht wud be bad nd tht wun it!

devvo’s got flavour, like a f-kin’ nasty raver, shout out to the boys, fixing up the mains
round these plains, round these plains, check my beats, check my ryhmes, the boys who keeping us
to time, m-ssive, black, whites and the cuban and asians, well yeah dont you like the nation, i
dont like asians, they smell funny! crazy beat boys on a ragga tip, crazy beat boys on a ragga tip!

hum make her say what you say like, something about me thats sh-t scared and that, f-kin’ coast lines
from coast to coast, whether it be cleethorpes, you know the most!

shout out to the brothers, to the brother m-ssive, or give it the shout out to the black boys, to the white boys
to the other boys

electric ring time, everybodys sayin sure the jamaica up on to the dancefloor
robots on the dancefloor, hes not called robert hes called something black black!
riot sound, police come round, everybody face the drum a loud, riot sounds police come round
getting ya handcuffs and bas-m-nts sound, to the base and the drum beat, bet you move on your feet
whether they are big or small, devvo is standing tall! white boys versus black boys, being clever, coming together
with a sense of melier, sense of flavour

basically rolling, im not going, i dont know where but ive got a spliff
and me wears in me hair, and me caps in me face, and i dont know coz
i dont like this place, the police all getting in me grill, this is really some kind of thrill
its not a thrill its more g-y (im not g-y)
thats where this strory ends!

- mc devvo shady piez lyrics

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