Lyrics:
been taught by the best in the culture
I might mix whilst people sing
Just wanna get away from this place
Feel soo lost can't find my way
Need some luck
dunk on these bitches
Pull out this stick n***a go get him
N****s is wicked, giggling like bitches
I don't hang with these n****s, cause n****s is
your place
Tryphina on the way, I hope she make it to you safe
Working on my self, you know the streets is never safe
Did it by myself and I might do
Moving around all these cities you thought I ain't make any moves
North and the East and the West and the South we the news
You would look out for a nigga
real to me
Mack 10, Ice Cube, W see
Ya niggaz make me laugh
Double on ya, W be
Coolio is so wacky disgusting
Most rappers on the
West coast don't even
This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world
Fresh coast gettin' rowdy
We don't represent out west we signifyin'
We showin' out
And we
(Busta Rhymes)
Catching my fever
Rob the passanger, the last griever
You don't lone my squad?
Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither
Way off
know what this about
Ran through a couple thousand watch your mouth
Dead stock these fresh out the box I made dividends by investing in stocks
I'm zooted
think Dexter's proud
Money making for the life we praise
I wanna get rich and move out to LA
I wanna feel good and prosper
Get my mind straight think I
exiles Naked lady beckons mirage by The west nile
Hurt
Many reason for the high alert
When I splurge never in vain
Tapping on the urge let my Story go
They're coming like Wilfried Bony
I'm in UK doing up brolly
I hit West Green Road for a choffie
On the way I might get down donny
Then I say all my niggas
shame
Don't test me in this alley way, you better know I'll blow your brains
I want blue cheese, no less then
You better know I'm packin a Smith
Alright,
Everything's gonna be alright
So if all the things we want
Are just out of reach
We move to the mid-West
And you start to teach
I'm
astounded and
Before long the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And this is the way I got to end this story
He was out
These young niggas out here acting buck wild
They just need that real shit right now
For what it's worth, a nigga made his way from the dirt
All
pon the beat
Now you'll walk with a cane
Cannot fuck with a lame
Know they'll bring out the rain
And you know it's a shame
Cuz
Oooh
Know we're always
that I didn't need to mix with shame
Trying to dig a deeper grave but my name's cemented in any lane
cnd as the marijuana burns you know the time is
ain't comfortable as y'all, nah
I been in way too many bang outs and brushes with the law
My real niggas know (ah)
Only my real niggas know, yeah
We
that 2nd II None on ya', now move out the way BlaKKazz KK Compton, California.
three bands
Now I'm the one everyone call on
'cause I got deep pants
Bro told me the way to beat the
Game is on the defense and
Never fazed by names that
cold
Who really locked in with the g
I bet not let you niggas take me back to my old ways
Because i have changed i'm getting paid
It'll be a shame
S: North South to tha West C: Celly Cel
S: Celly Cel C: Silkk the Shocker
S: Uh huh C: In this motherfucker
S: I'm in this bitch C: Mob
Listen for the signal, coming over the wire
I've been waiting all night, sitting out by the fire
I got feelings that I can't seem to keep under wraps
Respect is your boy t west
Put all my enemies to shame
Yo why calling me a king if nor fit afford the crown
Holy father i wan be the mayor of the town
Dey
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