Hit the Coast

And it is another hot
Day in Southern California
As we break it down to you live
As the sand band comes to ya
From the hot one kSUN
The K-Sun
Where we got it going on all day and night
Looks like another hot one out there
Highs reaching 102, lows reaching 69
Women, put on those bikinis, and guys
Please, take off those speedos
As we break off into another one
By the wild man himself mr l-O-C
On station k, S-U-N
Song starts hmm
Yeah i dig
Mmmhm i bump the drums, the bass, the flute
The harmonica
All the way from Malibu to Santa Monica
Up to Long Beach back to Huntington
Take out my scope, so I can the honies run
Cause when I see one i gotta have one
I won't nab one, reach out and grab one
I get 'em, close, and then I scan it
From the Pacific, all the way to the At-
Lantic put my locs on, top back, profilin'
Ridin' from Florida to Long Island
And every place in between cause I'm a
Chiller
And like Michael Jackson, more than a
Thriller i'm shinin' bright like a sun
Where the sea blocks
And runnin' thangs like a
Fresh pair of Reebox when me and the homies
Get together for a roast
Yeah, we hit straight for the coast

Yeah yeah
I dig yeah
I dig yeah
I dig

School's out
No one thinking about the lesson
No more homework
Ain't worried about your profession
You just wanna chill in the sun
Relax with a honey and have fun, fun, fun
I know a lot of y'all
Know exactly what I'm speakin'
Working hard all week long
Just for the weekend
The boss is down your neck, no respect
The only reason I can stay
Is for the paycheck
And so, what the hay, cause it pays but hell
Everybody needs a little raise
The harder you work, the less you get
The more you hold it in

You just relax before somebody gets hurt
And find yourself gone out of work
You get strong think it matter your post
But if you need to relax, hey hit the coast

I dig yeah, heh he
I dig yeah
I dig yeah
I dig

My favorite spot is the Venice Shortline
Muscle Beach
Cause that's where they all chill
Hit the beaches or just go and stand still
One way or another they're coming my way
Either on they bikes, on they feet
Or they rollin' skates
I chill cause they know that
I'm ready for 'em and like Aretha Franklin
I'm a Rock Steady for 'em
And have plenty R-E-S-P-E-C T so that
L-O-C can get some L-O-V-E
From a honey tip with a money grip

You startin' to trip in here

You know how I feel by the tan
So when you really need that
Rough that you don't roast
You know what to do, homie hit the coast

Yeah i dig
Yeah i dig
Yeah i dig
Yeah i dig
Yeah i dig
Yeah i dig (I dig)