Da Beatminerz - San Onofre Boobies lyrics

[Verse 1] Pulling over to the next Denny's on the right Headed up Interstate 5 Bigger waits at night, sit and wait in a line Dinner plate supplied, grub and hit the road Wish they had bigger rolls, it was give and go Quicker than my lips will spit a flow She dropped off the check, give the tip and go Guess this dinner was typical Feel the sun and the draft, when I come on a track Bumping like you running with a sub in the back Bumping like you touching, making love in the sack (Smack!) I'm spreading my love with a tap Pa** right past, Mission Viejo But the traffic that we sit in delayed though Santa Ana, to Irvine, rap absurd lines One bad mamma-jamma with flow since you heard mine Sweeter than the fruit, ‘cause girl you Tropicana fine Need it like a slab of pie, when I'm up in Anaheim Caramel with the apple fries, flicking on your cat's eyes Please let your man unwind, swimming, not baptized In rap's eyes, they glad that they found me Boxes of cheese rolls, from Porto's in Downey No brownies, my tooth too sweet In the City of Angels, we stopped in the East Pink with the Tacos, sonning all you snot nosed Idiotic kiddies, got ‘em thinking that they got hoes On Manchester, running over potholes On our way to Roscoe's, chicken with the waffles [Hook] [Verse 2] I heard you thought you were banging, you think you hood Skipped Santa Monica and went to Inglewood Dough Boy's on Crenshaw, were out of luck Windows foggy, ‘cause the store was hot as f** Walked out the pink box, glad that we made it Stopped in Long Beach, the place that I'm staying Living in a dorm, thinking, "That'll work for him" Thinking that I'll never breath? Really, I will never leave This could be my home, I'm stuck like I'm paralyzed Leave a rapper terrorized, shake him like a pair of dice This weather very nice, so you know I'm wearing my Vans, yeah this pair is nice, living in a Paradise