Lyrics:
It's the B the O the Y-L-E
The H the E-I-G-H-T
Now add the S that's East Los Angeles
Relax Kids Mescalito bout to handle this
The B the O the Y-L-E
to go
Do what I gotta kid; who want a problem with
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah that's who we be
It's a massive company called Shinra
I don't exactly know
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
L.a
Where the fuck would y'all be
If it weren't for me
See, we already know that you wouldn't be a thing
Beggin for the slots on the shows that I
Looking at the light, linking life
Forgetting Fortnite fast, fuck hatters
I can colour clouds and collect credit
L a c h l a n l f c
Lachlanlfc
The kid
lessons ain't no L
N.E.P.A.L. BABY N.E.P.A.L.
N.E.P.A.L. BABY N.E.P.A.L.
N.E.P.A.L. BABY N.E.P.A.L.
Level Eight Eight Four Eight, Motherfucker!
I'll be
your goin' up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it
Where I grew up in the world
Now the one thing sure I know what l'm about
To be a bad guy no be by force
To roll up in your rizla no be by
No be by no be by force
To be a bad guy
me in a C.E.L.L.
They say they don't like the way I'm spitting fuck 'em they can go to H.E.L.L.
For R.E.A.L. let's go! (Don't play me)
Man it's kill
these want to-be bad guys
Made loot, many G's, bought a crib where I live
Told my kids, "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"
Runnin' from the streets
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
whoever gets his first
It's going to kids dirt
My soldiers be cold blooded vultures
And cold blooded
Yo on the street we control hundreds
I drink polatas so
sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop
You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop
To beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep
I gotta make
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W-why-see-L-E-F, Wyclef
The return
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
L-O-V-E, there's L-O-V-E, there's L-O-V-E
Your mother said we won't work out, I don't know why, yeah
So when we didn't, I wasn't at all surprised, yeah
I
I think they know by now
Who the fuck I be
Uh, yeah, but um
I'm with that S-T-R-E-E-T F-A-M-I-L-Y
Uh, for you non-spellin' motherfuckers,
they owe us (What's my name?)
C-H-I W-A-L-L-E-R (Spell my motherfuckin' name y'all)
It's C-H-I W-A-L-L-E-R (Yea)
And uh, it feels so good to be back
the L.A.C
So later on we'll be rollin'
Drop tops, I'm hittin' yo' hot spots, I'm top notch
My niggas never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W-why-see-L-E-F, Wyclef
The return
Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper
be one man mopol I'm all by myself
When I get credit alert the
Cash is paid by self
Hustler l'omo mo le fi ese sa de mile twelve
I'm so ghetto any day
be one man mopol I'm all by myself
When I get credit alert the
Cash is paid by self
Hustler l'omo mo le fi ese sa de mile twelve
I'm so ghetto any day
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