The Ocean Lyrics - Dre

(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here 

(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left 

(Tryna' find the ocean) 

Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the sunshine 

(Fuckin' everywhere 

Do you know where to find me, right under that palm tree island) 

I'm goin', goin' 

Take a flight like a motherfuckin' Boeing 

Aftermath, and faggot like you ain't knowin' 

We stack Bentleys, drive fast cars 

And fuck with multiple minages 

Livin' the largest, nigga we heartless 

How could you blame us? 

Crooked cops, they frame us 

They mad cause I'm more famous than Amos, right? 

Taking cookies from these rookies could be dangerous, right? 

Salute your motherfucking city of them Angels, right! 

That entertain the life, that ain't the life that we livin' 

Most of my niggas is better off in prison 

Wishin', missing 

They fuckin' kids, man, they fuckin' wife, man 

The double meaning only caught up with that white man 

Turn off the lights, man, put up the lights, man 

Let 'em know we still got it for the right price, man 

And you could disappear for the right price, man 

This the left culture, best know everybody get lost just... 

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(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here 

(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left 

(Tryna' find the ocean) 

Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the sunshine 

(Fuckin' everywhere) 

Where the beaches? Where the bitches? 

You know, right here, so come on in 

Well, I'm gone man 

They out of Goose, get Patron then 

Can't sell it, move it by the zone and 

The money talk, only conversate with grown men 

The paper real basic, like the birds that get flown in 

California hotties, like furniture in my lobby 

Where I'm from, don't you know? Nigga, drinkin' ain't a hobby 

I'm bi-coastal, nigga don't make me go postal 

You know I keep the Glock 9 comfy in my holster 

I'm supposed to ride roasters 

Sip bottles on Louis coasters 

Feed bitch niggas to the vultures 

What, you mad cause I'm back with the doc? 

Money, alongside the yacht 

Diamonds inside of my watch, ballin' 

We all live playin' poker with this rap shit 

Game time chips on the table, you know how I get 

Hundred thousand Benz 

Million dollar checks 

Lookin' on my city, kinda hard when you standin' through the clouds and... 

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(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here 

(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left 

(Tryna' find the ocean) 

Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the sunshine 

(Fuckin' everywhere 

Do you know where to find me, right under that palm tree island) 

Whenever you touchdown in Cali, be prepared 

Cause niggas there, might put your life on the line 

Put your life on the line 

Put your life on the line 

Put your life on the line 

If you wonderin' where I be 

You know where to find me 

I'll be right by that ocean 

Don't get it twisted 

It's the fuckin' pacific 

Come and see, I be right by that ocean 

From comin' to follow that order 

Understood? We comin' from the water 

From comin' to follow that order 

Understood? We comin' from the water 

(?) 

(Tryna' find the ocean 

Tryna' find the ocean 

Tryna' find the ocean)