We be skinny dipping
For real Steady sipping
Doing all this to get it out our system
Late at night names in lights
Feeling good tonight
We ain't waiting for sunlight
We outta be the slow funk flow
Looking at me cause everybody knows
Were the boys on block
Get ready to go
They talk punk rock
You know how loud we go
Words flying out my mouth
Got nowhere to be
God knows I waiting around
For another to pass on by me
Live life be free, sweet sounds surrender me
Im telling you
From the East coast to the West shore
If you cant rock with us then roll on out that door
Lay it out all on that floor
We the slippery son of a bunch
Who be packin a punch
Your style is fogasy ours so tasty its too much to munch on
We can't be with done with fun its like a run on sentence
Its keeps going and flowing we showin it
How we don't end this, check this
Now I'm about to read off a list
It consists of all the things I haven't done and things I've missed
A pen to the pad I dismiss what fits
Check, check, turn the page flip the script
Trial and error forever we bounce back
Im just here to laugh, gas, they be claiming me of jack
I can't recall those things at all, I'm not an Amnesiac
Yet from there I swear it be wiggity-wiggity-wiggity whack
Words flying out my mouth
Got nowhere to be
God knows I waiting around
For another to pass on by me
Live life be free, sweet sounds surrender me
Im telling you
From the East coast to the West shore
If you cant rock with us then roll on out that door
Lay it out all on that floor
Boys on the Block (feat. Preston Flamont) Video (MV)
Performed By: Johnny Simone
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: John Simone, Nic Lingon, Preston Flamont
Johnny Simone - Boys on the Block (feat. Preston Flamont) Lyrics
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We be skinny dipping
For real Steady sipping
Doing all this to get it out our system
Late at night names in lights
Feeling good tonight
We ain't waiting for sunlight
We outta be the slow funk flow
Looking at me cause everybody knows
Were the boys on block
Get ready to go
They talk punk rock
You know how loud we go
Words flying out my mouth
Got nowhere to be
God knows I waiting around
For another to pass on by me
Live life be free, sweet sounds surrender me
Im telling you
From the East coast to the West shore
If you cant rock with us then roll on out that door
Lay it out all on that floor
We the slippery son of a bunch
Who be packin a punch
Your style is fogasy ours so tasty its too much to munch on
We can't be with done with fun its like a run on sentence
Its keeps going and flowing we showin it
How we don't end this, check this
Now I'm about to read off a list
It consists of all the things I haven't done and things I've missed
A pen to the pad I dismiss what fits
Check, check, turn the page flip the script
Trial and error forever we bounce back
Im just here to laugh, gas, they be claiming me of jack
I can't recall those things at all, I'm not an Amnesiac
Yet from there I swear it be wiggity-wiggity-wiggity whack
Words flying out my mouth
Got nowhere to be
God knows I waiting around
For another to pass on by me
Live life be free, sweet sounds surrender me
Im telling you
From the East coast to the West shore
If you cant rock with us then roll on out that door
Lay it out all on that floor
For real Steady sipping
Doing all this to get it out our system
Late at night names in lights
Feeling good tonight
We ain't waiting for sunlight
We outta be the slow funk flow
Looking at me cause everybody knows
Were the boys on block
Get ready to go
They talk punk rock
You know how loud we go
Words flying out my mouth
Got nowhere to be
God knows I waiting around
For another to pass on by me
Live life be free, sweet sounds surrender me
Im telling you
From the East coast to the West shore
If you cant rock with us then roll on out that door
Lay it out all on that floor
We the slippery son of a bunch
Who be packin a punch
Your style is fogasy ours so tasty its too much to munch on
We can't be with done with fun its like a run on sentence
Its keeps going and flowing we showin it
How we don't end this, check this
Now I'm about to read off a list
It consists of all the things I haven't done and things I've missed
A pen to the pad I dismiss what fits
Check, check, turn the page flip the script
Trial and error forever we bounce back
Im just here to laugh, gas, they be claiming me of jack
I can't recall those things at all, I'm not an Amnesiac
Yet from there I swear it be wiggity-wiggity-wiggity whack
Words flying out my mouth
Got nowhere to be
God knows I waiting around
For another to pass on by me
Live life be free, sweet sounds surrender me
Im telling you
From the East coast to the West shore
If you cant rock with us then roll on out that door
Lay it out all on that floor
Writer: John Simone, Nic Lingon, Preston Flamont
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid