from Nectars on 82nd, released December 7, 2010
Produced, Mixed and Recorded by Imagine That

Imagine That
"When We Say So" (written by M. Valiantis and N. Valiantis)


Chorus:
They say we're nothing, they're spittin up on my gravestone
Fuck it, make em love it, til they want it when we say so
Cause I'm just chillin, ya'll mothafuckas worried
Bitchin and moanin bout nothin, man, it's the same story

Verse 1:

(Mike Love): Sorry lord, but your boys been sinning, born to lose, but I feel like winning/ Hard as fuck, so I stick it right in em, pull back bitch, taste delicious/ Fat like a polar bear, dudes so cold, when I come back, run that, pass in an O/ Round, it's going down, who the fuck let the boys in town?

(eNVy): Ayo you're pushing all my buttons like you're wanting me to react/ I'm chillin off the trees, yeah it's peaceful where we at/ Snakes in the grass keep hissing like some feedback/ But I keep my head hiiiigh, and I'm hoping that you see that

(Mike Love): Nothing on me, like B.o.B., but xanies, yay, so I may OD/ I take a little peak, to my soul, what I see, is a man grown up with childhood dreams/ Nightly seen, but I might be a fiend, when I press record than out comes a beast/ I'm puffin Newports as I spit, they're wondering how I breath

(eNVy): No emotions on my sleeve like I rock a jersey summertime/ Dr. J, pen in my hand, that's when I fade awayyy/ Come through the lane, I'll dunk on ya'll, crowd roars, I hear applause/ Like I'm snitching, yeah I'm wishing that you'll take the charge


Chorus (x2):
They say we're nothing, they're spittin up on my gravestone
Fuck it, make em love it, til they want it when we say so
Cause I'm just chillin, ya'll mothafuckas worried
Bitchin and moanin bout nothin, man, it's the same story


Verse 2 (eNVy):

From the burbs to the bridge, to the words that I spit/ Try to ask me how I'm livin, check that tip up on my cig/ I'm a chip off of that old block, leader of the new school/ Listening to old rock, treat em how they used to/ Taking off these kid gloves, listen to my little bruh/ Sicker than a lyric (than a lyric) spit by Mike Love/ Fight club music, fix ya face if you feel it (feel it)/ All throughout your body heart racing when you hear it (hear it)


Chorus (x2):
They say we're nothing, they're spittin up on my gravestone
Fuck it, make em love it, til they want it when we say so
Cause I'm just chillin, ya'll mothafuckas worried
Bitchin and moanin bout nothin, man, it's the same story


Verse 3 (Mike Love):

(I said) Rip that shit, didn't know it was in you, on stage, next song continue/ On to the next venue, gottaaa, give it up, Nectar's menu/ Ya'll breakin my heart, tear it apart, cloggin my arteries/ Make it hard to breath, cause honestly, ya'll mothafuckas ain't doin shit for me/ History in the making, slap that bitch like the beat we made it/ Take a hit from the weed we rollin', bumping Bun B in the mornin (ah ah)/ Ya'll ain't got nothing on it, they dodgin like California/ Alcoholics, marijuana, recording the children calling


Chorus (x2):
They say we're nothing, they're spittin up on my gravestone
Fuck it, make em love it, til they want it when we say so
Cause I'm just chillin, ya'll mothafuckas worried
Bitchin and moanin bout nothin, man, it's the same story


**Guitar outro courtesy of Weston Nakamura**