The Realist mothafukin City in Fla, nuthin but real niggaz wit real shit 2 say. Foul PLay, Body Head, Armageddon Guerillaz, Platinum House, Betty House Prod, Lock and Load. Holla at cha boy if you want that real un-cut Dirty shit.
by Eric February 12, 2004
A little bit about us "Pensacola Beach" kids
We are locals. Respect us, bitches. We mess with Tourists. WE DONT LIKE TOURISTS, but we do put up with them ('cuz you pay for our summer jobs!)
We don't, however put up with their crazy ass driving, which is why most of us are waving the bird driving down 98.
We party hard. Give us a handle of Morgan, Bottle of Jager, or TONS of Brewski's (Within an Hour we'll have to go on another beer run.) and we are content to lie in the sun for hours.
We live here. It's more than just the "Emerald Coast"it's the "REDNECK RIVERIA"! We have suffered through numerous hurricanes (had margarita parties throughout them all), but we're still here.
We are BIGGER and BETTER than Laguna Beach, with more DRAMA and better tans.
We wear rainbows year round.
And don't even think of making fun of Jimmy Buffet
no matter how cheesy his lyrics are.
It's not a vacationing spot for us, it's home.
We don't live "on" the beach.
We OWN it.
We know if your lookin' for anyone on any given summer day, you go to 18th.
We ALL belong to the "Redneck Yacht Club". We OWN wave runners, we don't rent them, and we don't haul ass through the no wake zones on them. No, Wings is not an outlet mall or the local "surf shop"
it's just a way to launder Pakistani drug money. We have true "Innerlight".
We do make fun of your HIDEOUS tan lines
and outrageous skanky clothing
(no, you're not that cute with third degree burns). Yes, vacation sex will give you syphilis and you will die.
We know most guys from Georgia or Tennessee are here to tap a local girl,
but chances are
they won't.
We are the kids brave enough
to throw bonfires and keggers in a 6ft hole on the beach.
We have been bred to chug funnels
from the top of yachts or from the top of our parent's condo
and that's how we like it.
You Think you're cool cause you visit and have one good week of partying
That's how we roll ALL YEAR 'ROUND!
We are locals. Respect us, bitches. We mess with Tourists. WE DONT LIKE TOURISTS, but we do put up with them ('cuz you pay for our summer jobs!)
We don't, however put up with their crazy ass driving, which is why most of us are waving the bird driving down 98.
We party hard. Give us a handle of Morgan, Bottle of Jager, or TONS of Brewski's (Within an Hour we'll have to go on another beer run.) and we are content to lie in the sun for hours.
We live here. It's more than just the "Emerald Coast"it's the "REDNECK RIVERIA"! We have suffered through numerous hurricanes (had margarita parties throughout them all), but we're still here.
We are BIGGER and BETTER than Laguna Beach, with more DRAMA and better tans.
We wear rainbows year round.
And don't even think of making fun of Jimmy Buffet
no matter how cheesy his lyrics are.
It's not a vacationing spot for us, it's home.
We don't live "on" the beach.
We OWN it.
We know if your lookin' for anyone on any given summer day, you go to 18th.
We ALL belong to the "Redneck Yacht Club". We OWN wave runners, we don't rent them, and we don't haul ass through the no wake zones on them. No, Wings is not an outlet mall or the local "surf shop"
it's just a way to launder Pakistani drug money. We have true "Innerlight".
We do make fun of your HIDEOUS tan lines
and outrageous skanky clothing
(no, you're not that cute with third degree burns). Yes, vacation sex will give you syphilis and you will die.
We know most guys from Georgia or Tennessee are here to tap a local girl,
but chances are
they won't.
We are the kids brave enough
to throw bonfires and keggers in a 6ft hole on the beach.
We have been bred to chug funnels
from the top of yachts or from the top of our parent's condo
and that's how we like it.
You Think you're cool cause you visit and have one good week of partying
That's how we roll ALL YEAR 'ROUND!
A little bit about us "Pensacola Beach" kids
We are locals. Respect us, bitches. We mess with Tourists. WE DONT LIKE TOURISTS, but we do put up with them ('cuz you pay for our summer jobs!)
We don't, however put up with their crazy ass driving, which is why most of us are waving the bird driving down 98.
We party hard. Give us a handle of Morgan, Bottle of Jager, or TONS of Brewski's (Within an Hour we'll have to go on another beer run.) and we are content to lie in the sun for hours.
We live here. It's more than just the "Emerald Coast"it's the "REDNECK RIVERIA"! We have suffered through numerous hurricanes (had margarita parties throughout them all), but we're still here.
We are BIGGER and BETTER than Laguna Beach, with more DRAMA and better tans.
We wear rainbows year round.
And don't even think of making fun of Jimmy Buffet
no matter how cheesy his lyrics are.
It's not a vacationing spot for us, it's home.
We don't live "on" the beach.
We OWN it.
We know if your lookin' for anyone on any given summer day, you go to 18th.
We ALL belong to the "Redneck Yacht Club". We OWN wave runners, we don't rent them, and we don't haul ass through the no wake zones on them. No, Wings is not an outlet mall or the local "surf shop"
it's just a way to launder Pakistani drug money. We have true "Innerlight".
We do make fun of your HIDEOUS tan lines
and outrageous skanky clothing
(no, you're not that cute with third degree burns). Yes, vacation sex will give you syphilis and you will die.
We know most guys from Georgia or Tennessee are here to tap a local girl,
but chances are
they won't.
We are the kids brave enough
to throw bonfires and keggers in a 6ft hole on the beach.
We have been bred to chug funnels
from the top of yachts or from the top of our parent's condo
and that's how we like it.
You Think you're cool cause you visit and have one good week of partying
We are locals. Respect us, bitches. We mess with Tourists. WE DONT LIKE TOURISTS, but we do put up with them ('cuz you pay for our summer jobs!)
We don't, however put up with their crazy ass driving, which is why most of us are waving the bird driving down 98.
We party hard. Give us a handle of Morgan, Bottle of Jager, or TONS of Brewski's (Within an Hour we'll have to go on another beer run.) and we are content to lie in the sun for hours.
We live here. It's more than just the "Emerald Coast"it's the "REDNECK RIVERIA"! We have suffered through numerous hurricanes (had margarita parties throughout them all), but we're still here.
We are BIGGER and BETTER than Laguna Beach, with more DRAMA and better tans.
We wear rainbows year round.
And don't even think of making fun of Jimmy Buffet
no matter how cheesy his lyrics are.
It's not a vacationing spot for us, it's home.
We don't live "on" the beach.
We OWN it.
We know if your lookin' for anyone on any given summer day, you go to 18th.
We ALL belong to the "Redneck Yacht Club". We OWN wave runners, we don't rent them, and we don't haul ass through the no wake zones on them. No, Wings is not an outlet mall or the local "surf shop"
it's just a way to launder Pakistani drug money. We have true "Innerlight".
We do make fun of your HIDEOUS tan lines
and outrageous skanky clothing
(no, you're not that cute with third degree burns). Yes, vacation sex will give you syphilis and you will die.
We know most guys from Georgia or Tennessee are here to tap a local girl,
but chances are
they won't.
We are the kids brave enough
to throw bonfires and keggers in a 6ft hole on the beach.
We have been bred to chug funnels
from the top of yachts or from the top of our parent's condo
and that's how we like it.
You Think you're cool cause you visit and have one good week of partying
by jbizzle86 January 2, 2008
Any local girl born and raised in Pensacola Florida who preys on young aviators with the hopes of marrying one as a one way ticket out of Pensacola.
by BCK April 6, 2008
Noun: a sexual act: a sort of hybrid of the Change Machine and the Birmingham Bootycall. Specifically, when a roll of quarters is placed in a woman's vagina, and a phone set to vibrate is placed in her anus. The phone is called and the vibrations cause the quaters to fall out. It has nothing to do with Pensacola.
Woman: Jill, kill me now. Last night I got really drunk and let Randy do a Pensacola Payphone on me. Now my phone's ruined and I'm out of laundry money.
by Cleveland, Puncher of Donkeys April 11, 2010
You got an Alabama Hot pocket? well I totally took a deuce in her mouth before she gave me a blowie, I call it the Pensacola Pelican!
by Big Dick McGhee July 19, 2010
A southern small AF town where everyone is either living in the ghetto going to PHS or pretending to be rich and actually just middle class going to CHS. Full of preppy PTA sweater set cheer moms and bald car dealership owners. Repeat TINY town with a shit sized mall
Hi i'm Mary Grace, I just graduated from Pensacola, FL Junior College and i just can't wait to welcome ya'll to Pensacola!
by pissedoffchick824 December 13, 2011
A style that is flashy, but fun, rolling deep with the best people you know, the party has arrived when your squad gets together for some old school larger than life party action.
by Superman2125 July 19, 2015