Lyrics:
Runnin with the wave get ya killed quick
But we don't no wave dump yo body in a lake bitch
Mid-West representer aint no ocean round my state trick
wild west (shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up)
The wild wild west
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (the wild wild west), uh
The wild wild west
Josey Wales was
be dippin down the 710 210 stay in the wind it won't stop til I end
I'm on the finish line countin up money by the trash bag
you niggas who talkin I
too long
While Billy was off at work
I'd stay teething my bone
Laying by the door
'Til 6 p.m. when he came home
And he'd tell me about his day
And how
y'all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody want to run and go and get triggers
And blame it on these west coast seven-figure niggas
Just
quite as original
As I
I'm like a hebrew speaking a negro spiritual
I'm motivated, mostly hated by generations
Of rap fans who don't know
How it was all
can tell by my eyelids
I was born to the church life
Where we pray till the sun shines
Told momma watch her son rise
I'm gon pray to God
Like momma said
playing my role, huh
Know you looking down on me, I won't disappoint you
Floating on the beat, it's the only place I let loose
You can't tell me how to act
him how to dress (How to dress)
Only aiming for your head (Headshots)
I don’t care about by your vest (I don't care)
Mom sick I was stressed (Stressed)
You gotta come harder than that
When I get some new money I won't even touch it i'm gone put it all in the stash
Yea yea yea yea
You gotta come
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
from California to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen D's how we done it
88's to 100's to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got
On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it
him, come him
I'm warning you, you're entering a big era
I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end
I came here to tell you how it's going
friend
Till I found out she was fucking on my ex
If I see her in the west then the hoe will get slept
Niggas chasing after me, they running outta breath
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
Back when Pimp C was screaming trill
And Boosie was still poppin ex pills
And it wasn't hating for a nicca to tell you how he feel
And the streets
Yea I count my money like I count my blessings
Dirty South nigga out here chillin in west
But I'm learning from the best on how to be a vet
Get my
out west in the backrooms
I was passed out in my bathroom
Every time I rap I feel like I'm mad too
All your friends feel really bad for you
Sitting
girl by the bay now eats pizza the folded way
LAX was the shit, Englewood was her hood. LA is no joke, fools better understood
That's how it be, Cali be
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
on my eyes and prize
But if I don't, the Dogg won't survive (survive)
We ballin' in my opinion, eternal was wild wheel spinnin'
Once implemented it's
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