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The Game

The Ocean

 

The Ocean

(album: Purp & Patron - 2011)


[Hoo -: Dr. Dre:]
(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
(Fucking everywhere
Do you know where to find me, right under that palm tree island)

[Verse 1 The Game:]
I'm going, going
Take a flight like a motherfucking Boeing
Aftermath, and faggot like you ain't knowing
We stack Bentleys, drive fast cars
And fuck with multiple minages
Living 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 living
Most of my niggas is better off in prison
Wishing, missing
They fucking kids, man, they fucking 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...

[Alternate Hook Dr. Dre:]
(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
(Fucking everywhere)
Where the beaches? Where the bitches?
You know, right here, so come on in

[Verse 2 The Game:]
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, drinking 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, balling
We all live playing poker with this rap shit
Game time chips on the table, you know how I get
Hundred thousand Benz
Million dollar checks
Looking on my city, kinda hard when you standing through the clouds and...

[Hook]

[Bridge Dr. Dre:]
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 wondering where I be
You know where to find me
I'll be right by that ocean
Don't get it twisted
It's the fucking pacific
Come and see, I be right by that ocean

[Outro Busta Rhymes:]
From coming to follow that order
Understood? We coming from the water
From coming to follow that order
Understood? We coming from the water
[?]
(Tryna' find the ocean
Tryna' find the ocean
Tryna' find the ocean)

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