Lyrics:
West Coast
What's this guy doing
Okay
Up your butt and around the corner
That's the way we go in now
That's what we say when your around
Up your butt
make me mmm, mmm, mmm
She need reassurance
I know that you hurting
I know that you, tired of hearing, my name in the streets
Girl I did you dirty
I know
bend (this cash don't bend)
Asked her where she goin', said she leavin' (said she leavin')
I could tell by how she look, that bitch fiendin' (like
wrong
Where did I go wrong
I'm thinking I should pour another drink
Or will that finally cause my heart to sink
'Cause Imma wake up sober, will my
are subjective
But what do you cook a guy that orders perspective?
(Tiny Chef, Tiny Chef!)
Where did you go, Tiny Chef?
(Tiny Chef, Tiny Chef!)
Come
My Life is just like a car crash
So slow down girls when you go passing me by
My world can never stop spinning
I got a girl in every city and they
the same is that you live threw us..
First video we did, man I wish you where there
Had the whole hood with us, but I wish you where there
You know
to gnarly
Boss man sorry not sorry
Jig on them with the moves like bobby
Bust down on the kid no stalling damn
Look at that thang u-haulin
Baby got
leave dat ass on his back
Where my Go Getters, surrounded by goal setters
My sisters stay trendsetting, raise them babies stay on slay
From the dawn,
a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin' me as tough
Young girls takin' X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we
was a baller
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish had girl
Who weren’t loose
I’d call her
Wish I had a tree
In the yard
Grow
go home and play with lil' kids
Shit, I promise all the shit that I'd ever did was to move out
Leave the hood and keep me from trappin' not up
a min (frraa)
Hey mama look now I made it man
That girl surrounded by many men (go)
I can't fuck with you, you dangerous (dangerous)
Off of the drink now
poppin' pill after little pill
Of them tabs of that shit you on, but if you want it you got it
You'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it
real.
Your ex, popped, a pill.
Did some shit, & I said, I’ll.
Think that, girl smoke that, I’ll
Shoplift, boost, I buy what she, stills.
Look at that
he lit that shit, he hit that quick,
as if i was high i asked him where them bricks at, shit,
he smiled as if he was payin homege,
he said in
he lit that shit, he hit that quick,
as if i was high i asked him where them bricks at, shit,
he smiled as if he was payin homege,
he said in
get money
Outta white girl Debbie
I been a real nigga
Since you met me
Aint bout no money
Its gon be hard for you to catch me
Im out chea where they go
feeding my favorite hobby
Grow a strain by your name
Shake and bake like Ricky Bobby
So go try make a claim your fame
I'll slice you up like I cut my
me how the fuck I feel about it
(Hold up)
Well since we being real about it
You act like Whitney, I ain't being Bobby (Never)
Girl, you hardly ever
you there
I won't go by the name but I go by the pain , so I can tell you that it's fair
I promise I'm winning, that I can tell you I don't play with
I get done with classes
Or is it cause you wish that things would move a little faster
Girl I told you once I'm bout two things that's money
we make everything right
Girl, I don't really know where I'd be without you
And no, I don't want to find out
So all the little games I play they stop
money in my pocket
I stayed uptown, and did big boy numbers
Now, I'm back on 11th and running
That's where I spent all my summers
Look at me dead in my
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