• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Rock N Roll - Fam-lay
• Ambulance - Fam-lay
• Fresh N Drivin - Fam-lay
• Git Busy - Fam-lay
• Step Back - Fam-lay
• Beach Cruiser - Fam-lay

(feat. Kelis, Pharrell Williams)
[Pharrell Williams]
Hmmm yess sirrrrr.
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
I rock and roll and roll and rock
I got 10's, got 20's, got fifty blocks
I got smoke in back, coke for sale
So much coke got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce wit my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'm a take it back to the early 80's
Where my couzin Stacey had the pearl Mecerdes
My aunt-couzin Wamp had the black on black
Ac' Coupe Legend wit the gold in the back
I was just a lil' youngin running wild as hell
Running 'round wild trying to get that mail
Lil' shorty whose trying to learn the rules
I was twelve years old brought the tool to school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood y'all don't know bout this
[Chorus: Fam-Lay (Pharrell)]
But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak)
Try to set up shop get clothed up (Star Trak)
Hey I'm the cannon man I got more than frozen cups
I got ya chopped, tossed, sour, diesel roll ups
(Fam!) We could roll up (Star Trak)
(Fam!) Don't try to roll up (Star Trak)
Don't make me pull these motherfucking fo's up
Cause it's like that!
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
The fiends is dying, fiends is lying
Missle on the streets of the fiends is still buying
Right on time and - money on the mind and
On them 24's them bitches stay shining
But y'all niggas don't know bout this
Fresh new kicks wit the new outfit
Got the all black top wit the black on black
You ever seen me creeping just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place on Earth called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me
I'll be on the curb moving dubs and D's
So if you ever bought a dub then it was from me
I ever get caught then it was the B
I'm a just make bail by my couzin E
Back on the porch wit the mobile phone
Like eleven in the morning them hoes don't go home
Tried to sco' and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the hood y'all don't know bout this
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Kelis]
Aww shit, this is part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swinging and the 4-5th spark
And then the bitches get to running and the bitch just scream and
We speed off in the Rolls and it's so damn clean
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
I stand on my block, the gamblest spot
My hands in my pocket both hammers is cocked
Waiting for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six got my big back up
Lookers lookin all jealous lookin mad as hell
Acting like little girls like tattle tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
I woulda kept shooting but I had to sell
See I'm a Crown Boss 365
Lookin for a nina raw sheet just to ride
Picked up my cash and slide off sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass knocked his heart of beat
Nigga talked trash like the shit all sweet
Won't ya all take the cash dog, not off me
Hustlers in my veins, you cannot stop it
Walking on the block wit life in my pocket
I'm tryin' to sco' and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto y'all don't know bout this
[Chorus]

[Fam-Lay] Uh!
[Pre-Chorus: Fam-Lay]
If you hear a shot nigga, think of me!
Cause if there's a stressin there's no question I'm a ride
Just conceal my gun in D!
I'll fulfill my requests if you heard that I die
A thousand niggaz jumping, a thousand niggaz bowing
Niggaz making money, a thousand niggaz throwing
Thousand niggaz slanging, a thousand niggaz banging
Selling that H nigga, selling that caine
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] [x8]
Here come the ambulance! (woo! woo! woo! woo! woo!)
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
Uh! Fam-Lay uhh! I bet you heard of me
But there's some cowards out there who tried to murder me
Now they got em in ICU Surgery
Cause I burnt their ass up to the 3rd degree
I got that H, I got that D
And if you need it homie you can get a pack from me
Word on the street is that them people after me
But I'm a scrambler, won't let em capture me
I got my bag, a case of gin
Pocket full of, tattoos all in my skin
We got gold teeth (uh) ducking them police
On the corner all night getting no sleep
This how we do, how real is this
I'm from Shark City, big fish eat little fish (Norfolk!)
This is my hood, and I'm a represent
I've been riding round wit shotguns ever since
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
Chicks is braiding hair, fellas out clocking
Chil'rin everywhere, old folks is out watching
Gotta be +Train To Go+ in this harsh world
Full of nothing but hood niggaz and park girls
We all down to ride, for that homicide
We prepared to go long as the drama ride
Run up on your roads, open your suicide door
Take the umbrella and treat it like a 2 by 4
We are ignorant, we don't give a shit
Fuck who started it long as we finish it
Come up to your club, got a thousand deep
All the six of us waking you out your sleep
I don't give a fuck, let the corner pick em up
From what I did to em, left his corner spitting up
We could go to war, till the death of me
If you want beef, WE got the recipe
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
Pharrell put me here, to put these streets on lock
Now that I'm in here, we can't be stopped (Star Trak!)
I'm a carry it raw, till the day I die
And keep it street, as days go by
I'm in erry spot, the rawest clubs
I'm on erry block, wit all the thugs
My family locked up, know what this about
Got enough couzins wit me to get you out
[Pre-Chorus]

[Intro x2: Fam-Lay]
Fam-Lay, c'mon
A nigga like me, I'm fresh n drivin ma
A nigga like me, I'm fresh n drivin ma
Why be frustrated, stressed, and jiving for?
A nigga like me, I'm fresh n drivin ma
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams (Fam-Lay)]
Fresh! OWW! and driving!
Whoa whoa! (happy as a bitch, nevermind how y'all feel)
Give you fresh!! and driving! Whoa whoa!
(Blowing sweet Indonesia out my nostrils)
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
Now my plane just landed, I'm down in Miami
Listen up close cause ya gotta understand me
I'm seeing womens' faces sweeter than candy
Me and Pharrell talking bout a clean sweep at the Grammy's (uh huh)
That was cool, but this year much sweeter
Then I bumped into the world's baddest bitch named Trina (whoa!)
Let me know cuz you ever seen her
Fatter ass on a woman, cause I gotta meet her (word?!)
Then I saw my home girl Misdemeanor
Flying by in a drop top Ferrari Modena
Right now I'm in a rented Beemer
When I get my Modena I'm a keep mines cleaner
I'm Mamosa toasting, playing wit these women's emotions
Coast to coasting, paying for these women to bullshish
Smoking hocus pocus, toast in holsters
Try to play us close, and I'm spraying the toast cause I'm so
[Chorus]
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
I stay fresh while the rest stay frustrated
I'm the best I guess that's why the rest hate it
Looking at those breasts thinking x-rated
Last call in the spot, and I just made it, cool
Everythings by according to plan
A lil less than a god but I'm more than a man (uh huh)
Can you help me? sure that you can
Cause I came down here for a lil more than a tan
Doing - a buck 50, like six quarters
Cause Fam-Lay is fresh as dish water
You can't shift them gears in disorder
Easy on the tiptronic baby! I just bought her
Hop out the S Type, dressed like a criminal
Pinkie to the thumb numb, neckalace invisible
Y'all niggaz pitiful, leave y'all critical
Rims so sick that my car need a physical
[Chorus]
[Bridge x2: Fam-Lay]
Ma, you going my way? what up! what up!
Fellas, you getting right today, what up! what up!
Trying to get in some today, just cut up
Haters get in my way and get gun butt up
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
Ain't no nigga live as me!
Sunshining bright wit a dime in the driver seat
I'm what them assholes try to be
Yeah! Me and babygirl took a stroll on the beach for some privacy
Long as you kiss and don't tell
I paid for ya hair, ya feet and yo nails
Just cause I'm fresh and don't care
Right after that we hitting the hotel, I'm

[Pharrell] OWW!! Getting!!
[Chorus: Fam-Lay]
When the car roll up and windows roll down
And you see the sawed off, nigga better hit the ground
We getting busy!! You better haul ass dawg!
You better haul ass! You better haul ass dawg!
You better haul ass! (OWW!! getting!!.. OWW!!)
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
I'm blasting, nigga laying in the street cause
Talked shit, so I hit 'em wit the heat
Runts moving, keys like oz's
Like a cliental, errbody know me
Running! running from the 5-0
Drug life, and it's all about survival
Hustla, known worldwide dawg
I'm in the game and I'm bout to drive by y'all
Gambler, 4 - 5 - 6ing it
10 grand in the bank and I'm sticking it
Bitches, got 'em by the dozens
From their mammy, to their sisters to their couzins
Star Trak, is the crew that I run with
Nigga don't get murdered over dumb shit
Fuck you! it's how I'm caring if
Nigga try to start beef and we burn it
[Chorus]
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
Hey look I'm sick of niggaz saying what they gon do when they see me
Soon as they see they don't do shit
The nigga Fam-Lay too slick
I got a handful of guns and a few clips stupid
You keep sending death threats, uh! and I ain't seen death yet
Nigga I can't help that I ain't been murdered in my life, look
Look I been stopped giving a fuck about living
Ever since I got beat up by them faggot ass cops
But now I just stand on my block and drink liquor
Wit my niggaz and my bitches and we keep them gats cocked
Uh! won't hesistate to blast you niggaz
Spray your corner, bodies falls in the Ac my nigga
Uh! I'm pulling out the dagger nigga
Cause when I finish wit these shells I'm a stab a nigga
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Fam-Lay)]
Let me tell ya boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Fam-Lay!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Norfolk!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Huntersville!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin but let me tell ya
Boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (with the Clipse!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Coldchain!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin (Star Trak!)
I'm boss ballin, I'm boss ballin
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
Nigga fuck all that punchline shit, that young rhyme shit
That shit that might blow only one time shit
Cause when I rhyme bitch, my rhymes fit
The mind of a gangsta is all time, bitch!
Kill who you riding wit
I got some niggaz from Virginia riding wit me
And them niggaz trying to buy this shit
So fuck who you party wit!
Cause we get high as the Karate Kid, now let's go!
Pop junk, I pop trunks; Got a 10 shot glock pump
That'll stop trucks, ya cocksucker!
Shoot a lead trying to get a rep
I shoot the lead at his head now his man tryin to get 'em help
Fam don't play wit chirin [children]
Act stupid, act dumb, act foolish, act deaf like you ain't hear em
Bring it to the forefront, I got a lotta niggaz that tote guns
Now let's do it!

[Intro: Lil Jon]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!! Star Trak!!
Yeah! Yeah! ah BME Clique!!
Yeah! Hey! That nigga Fam-Lay bitch!
Yeah! Yeah! Lil Jon and them East Side Boyz!!
[Chorus: Lil Jon & (The East Side Boyz)]
Pussy nigga won't ya (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!)
Bitch nigga won't ya (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!)
You're too close nigga (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!)
We'll bend ya back nigga (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!)
Pussy nigga won't ya (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!)
Bitch nigga won't ya (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!)
You don't want it nigga (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!)
I take bigger niggaz (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!)
[Verse: Fam-Lay (Lil Jon)]
Fam-Lay don't give a flying fuck
When I see him, time is up
Next time his family see him, his eyes are shut
Uh! Fuck a heads up, whachu scared for?
You'll be a dead duck riding in that flat bed truck
Uh! Let em go? (NO WAY!!) Lil Jon let em know (OOOKAAYYY!!)
Soon as you say it I'm a said it
He getting scared when I spray it in this dead end
He gon be dead in a second, uh
Let em run cause my legs in the Jetta so
Run nigga run, you'll only die tired
Them dum dums come, you're done and I'm not lying
Tec nines rain like a shower head
Then put your whole crew remains on the flower bed
Distribute pain, gun power spray
Uh! Leave your blocks in flames then we outta there
[Chorus]
[Verse: Fam-Lay]
Stand and clock, while I supply planted rock
My hand is hot, but hotter when them cannons pop
The gamblest spot, I breaks em, grab dice and shake em
Let em go, 4 - 5 - 6, dead em go
S-T-A-R Trak, dot com (Star Trak)
Got guns, got bombs, that make ya act calm
Leave ya whole neighborhood like 'Nam
Bring the thunder and the rain when I strike like light-ning
Got a Puerto Rican chick wit a white mom
Chick trifling, chick like cum
And I'm often asked, I'm out for cash
Motherfuckers kill, we playing hard
While y'all soft as ass
Chew you up, screw you up, do you up
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK nigga! who the fuck?!
Want beef wit the F-A-M, L-A-Y?
I keep shit burning like the LA riots, tell his guy
[Lil Jon]
I told y'all niggaz to step the fuck back!
Niggaz ain't listening in this motherfucker!
So we gon show y'all how niggaz set this shit off for real!
[Fam-Lay]
Fam-Lay'll leave you wit a holy temple
Now you rest in peace in a Holy Temple
Nigga didn't know what he was in for
All my bullets hit everyone they was meant for
Man it's time to notify all his kin folk
Mailing out letters that you had to write in pencil
My condolences, East Side on the side of me
And I'm a ride till them niggaz get tired of me
[Chorus]

[Hook]
We been walking with the beach cruiser
Beach cruiser, stacking on the handlebars
You could ride wid me
[Verse 1 - Famlay]
Look, I'mma be 100 with you
If I can't get no money with you
I ain't running with you, I ain't even come and get you
I ain't being funny with you
Can't do nothing with you
Let your other cousins come and get you
Cause behind my nickle, look, I'mma find my pistols
And shoot my way up out the courtroom like I'm Ryan Nicols
Look, it's a blessing from the Heavens if I ain't twist you
Normally, the passenger seat'll be dying with you
Look at you: when this is the issue
When it's with the tissue, bullets hit the whistle
Let the position fix you
Look at my missle inside my pillow
Cause I know that my flow is like white folk's assault rifles
Sometimes I'm Michael Psycho
Sometimes I'm Michael Michael
I'm not no psycho, no this not no fucking typo
I type on iPhones: you vs me is a no-no
[Hook]
We been walking with the beach cruiser
Beach cruiser, stacking on the handlebars
You could ride wid me
[Verse 2 - Famlay]
See all that man stay talkin bout?
They never block him out, they never knock him out
Singles keep on poppin out
See what people talkin bout?
See what he's talkin bout, see what she talkin bout
See why BO poppin out
They mic on the right song my right palm
Like lightning on it. My right arm is napalm
My icon?, skate or your bike on
Your fuck on, your? on
Then bygones be bygones
C'mon: you can ride, you can go, you can slide
You can roll, you can fly, you can float
My tires by the spokes, it's a ride if you smoke
We can ride to the store
Meet up: time to re-up, break a lead up
Eat up, light the weed up, feed the beat up
Feet up, put your seat up, ? your Visa
Hey now: this is a teaser
[Hook]
We been walking with the beach cruiser
Beach cruiser, stacking on the handlebars