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The Beach Boys Diamond Head

Time: 3:40 Irving Music, Inc. BMI Master #59496 Recorded 4/??/68 A Vescozo/L. Ritz/J. Ackley/Brian Wilson

Transcendental meditation Can emancipate the man And get you feeling grand Fusion of The never changing wind The ever changing wind The never changing

Transcendental meditation Can emancipate the man And get you feeling grand Fusion of The never changing wind The ever changing wind The never changing

, California, West Coast life You either play the game or you smoke the pipe I became a rapper at the age fourteen No gold ropes, no diamond rings But

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least three whores Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws They

over the moon, I'm under the sun At last I met a girl Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls Diamonds and pearls Diamonds and pearls Diamonds

what dry Im gone wreck shop gots to send it to that boys Im a one thriller gots to watch tha scandal shop at that Randall hit that fuckin beach, with

with that Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match Check this out here whodi lay on the ground For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound

C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's And every