Lyrics:
bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita's all I need
A little bit of Tina's what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
What's the topic? I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed
When I bust, no thrust, this world we
drowning in your touch
In this moment made for us
Staring at, there must be a Heaven view
Just let the sun set the mood
Set the mood
Little shack in
Here's why I get nervous at sunsets
When the sun crouches on the ground at the earth's edge and looks you, eye level in the part of yourself that
the corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell
The sun never shine on my side of the street see
And only once or twice a week I
word you can feel it in the cadence
Bet I got herb, you can through the fragrance
You smell what the rock is cookin'
Niggas tryna get by but the cops is
and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where
All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard
The West coast warlord, and the future is today
Cause tomorrow, that shit never come
I worry
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
You know you cute little heartbreaker
Hips so thick you know you a prat shaker
You know you on the clock but you just won't stop
I see you walking
will scrub off this makeup
We are conditioned in society based on faulty mathematics
The church of her body set on fire by five different arsonists
(whats up?)
Now you know what fuckin' set he's claimin'
A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin'
And just when you think everything is calm
That
in UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging
Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground...
(This was
I be on the west side with you
As we watchin' the sun
You come to me talkin' bout' your ex
I don't care baby I just got a Rolex
Late night rides with
New York, set it off)
Yo' ha ha ha ha ha yo' yo'
(LS in this biaatch)
We in the motherfuckin' west coast right now
(Westside) word to mother, my nigga
ain't saying a thing
Cold as compress I'll com west we are not in the same
You a lame that's on set, put a shot in your frame
It's the Wu, we on deck
you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' you double for
smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun
looking in your eyes while the Alabama sun sets in the West
Who whoulda guessed, that I'd be
Here lying by your side with my hands running through your
little cat.
But unconsciously yearning,
And wonderin' where you're at.
But when the meadow is shadowed
By that old sinking sun;
And the roses are bowing
To the young mothers
I feel ya, I know how it is
(Mama's just a little girl)
Don't nobody understand i feel ya
She was born a heavy set
Girl with
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out
big rolling kegs
They had two sets of arms, two sets of legs
They had two faces peering out of one giant head
And they could watch all around them
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