Rollin in a big ol double seater
Drinkin down the Brugal by the liter
Blinkin in the sunbeam off the heater
Here he come get to it now
Ya step in you'll regret it now
Maybe he's the son o Bob & Rita
Or the ghost of Bobby Margarita
Ain't no reason can't be a mamacita
Baby I got nothing for ya
Everybody's lookin for the
Coast God
Coast God
He hit the last one real hard
Ya better call the Coast God
I know that I would risk my life
To take you out tonite
Yeah I would give my life
To take you out
Traded in my Bentley for a beater
Bought a bag of boomers from Nikita
She's a doll ya really oughta meet here
I swear I'm feelin fine tonight
The God is on the line tonight
If ya got some evils gotta bleed em
We just Romans in the Colosseum
You go out tonite you're gonna meet em
I'm a be alright but what
Ya really oughta worry bout the
Coast God
Coast God
He hit the last one real hard
Ya betta calla coast guard
I know that I would risk my life
To take you out tonite
Yeah I would give my life
To take you out
It's alright to say it's alright to say it's
Alright to say it's alright to say it's
Alright to say it's alright
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