Wake Up

[Intro]
Uh, it's Eddy B
Tim rockin' on the beat
Shout-out to Sublime
R.I.P Bradley Nowell, we love you

[Verse 1]
You see, I wake up, rising like a baker
Dream like tequila, yeah, you know I'm finna chase her
Life could be a bitch, all dependin' on her makeup
And I'm just too wrong, guess it's time to turn the stakes up
Grow on money trees, yeah, I guess it's time to rake up
Ho's get bad reception, more than likely, yeah, we breakup
So if it comes to spendin' time with hеr or gettin' paper
I'm shootin' for the bank I won't miss, I got a lasеr
Nigga runnin' shit, I ain't even gotta lace up
Killin' 'em so easy, ain't no need to switch the pace up
Tryna get them twenty-fours rollin' like a laker
And give the Devil hell all before I meet my maker
Why these other niggas waitin' for the game to wake up?
I been makin' dough hope one day I get my cake up
So I'ma bring it back, bring it back, like, say what?
This a kidnapping, yeah, the game I'm finna take her (Ya dig it?)

[Chorus]
I be straight cruisin' (I be straight cruisin')
I'm headed to the beach (Yeah, I'm headed to the beach)
I got myself turned on (I got myself turned on)
I'm vibin' to the beat (Yeah, I'm vibin' to the beat, say what?)
I be straight (Chillin', chillin', chillin', what ya doin'?)
I be straight (Chillin', chillin', chillin', did I hear you right?)
If only for a (Minute, minute, minute, man what?)
I be straight (Chillin', chillin', chillin', alright!)
Today

[Verse 2]
And I'm a 19 year old
Steady spittin' year-o's
Yeah I said it, year-o's and yeah I meant plural
Fresher than a year old, baby guess the year, oh
'Cause you ain't even relevant, and me, I'm like a hero
Give the game all of me and give the haters love meanin' zero
Stunnin' these niggas even though I don't appear-o
Yeah, I spit it perfect, you don't get it, then you hear wrong
But I ain't for that goin' back and forth beer pong
All about my green like that shit that John Deer on
Can't control the game 'cause these niggas always steer wrong
Got 'em switchin' lanes soon as I decide to veer on
Made it to the top and like Houdini, nigga, you're gone
Had the coldest verses on the songs that I appeared on
Always do my thing that's no matter what my peers on
A master with the letters like them things you write and [hear ?] on
A noobie to the game, but its clear to see that we're home

[Chorus]
I be straight cruisin' (I be straight cruisin')
I'm headed to the beach (Yeah, I'm headed to the beach)
I got myself turned on (I got myself turned on)
I'm vibin' to the beat (Yeah, I'm vibin' to the beat, say what?)
I be straight (Chillin', chillin', chillin', what ya doin'?)
I be straight (Chillin', chillin', chillin', did I hear you right?)
If only for a (Minute, minute, minute, man what?)
I be straight I be straight (Chillin', chillin', chillin', alright!)
I be straight cruisin' (I be straight cruisin')
I'm headed to the beach (Yeah, I'm headed to the beach)
I got myself turned on (I got myself turned on)
I'm vibin' to the beat (Yeah, I'm vibin' to the beat, say what?)
I be straight (Chillin', chillin', chillin', what ya doin'?)
I be straight (Chillin', chillin', chillin', did I hear you right?)
If only for a (Minute, minute, minute, man what?)
I be straight I be straight (Chillin', chillin', chillin', alright!)
Today