Lyrics:
That shit is unreal! Call it a done deal
Like a eel dish, or else a chow fun meal
I spun reel, I set up a proper drum feel
So if it's agreeable then
off in the west set
Had a baby girl by some dude
I used to hear second-hand from her brethren
That the youth was vexed, "yo kardinal I need food"
I
gates marked by wood surname signs
Line the sparsely housed wide set dead end streets
If you drive down to where the gravel gives way
To the orange dirt
(It's Kool Drip giving you some cool shit yes sir from the other side the kool vibez can you dig it)
West coast Vibes from the other side
In
headed where the weather gets cold
Put my motorcycle on a west bound road
Boone by supper time
Still looking what I can't find
Looking and taking my time
catching flights
These feelings tugging like a hurricane
You say cowgirls like a little rain
You don't need paradise
End up at a local bar
Playing country
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 'bout
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
stressin' me
Before you be restin' in peace
On the West we OK Corral
Real talk nigga that's how it go down
Yeah, we can set it straight
Dogg Pound Gangstas
Midwest nigga in the West
Red Corvette speeding down sunset
Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set
Gang signs and palm trees
Bomb weed and becks
Solemn city, tidy town
Messing up and messing around
Loving every second of a hurricane
Lying in the sun, basking in the rain
But when, the skies are
boys
Who touched the sky
We all have to go
Travel our own roads
But when the sun sets
I'll remember the west
Walk by the park
Where the kids fell in love
(our multi-verse)
Our soul has yearned too long,
Your voice is our existence (dancin D N A)
Forgive us for our resistance
(Pre-chorus)
(And the sun
to be on my way by now.
Oh, end this day,
Set me in motion.
Ought to be on my way.
Out of the west
Of Lambert's Cove,
There's a sail out in
with me
Skating over weight on the Palace deck, I'm not impressed
Peace to little Sean, peace to Bernadette (P!)
GxFR, that's the murder set
of the catacombs of the city of ashes
Pretty boy vessel for a hideous bastard
Opportunity's slight, we grind nevertheless
The freaks come out at night, the sun sets
East of the Tiger
West of the fire
Set to the temple of the gray face choir
Paradigm scramble
To Vampire the candles
And lock us all down
Pilled up
[Hurricane G]
Aiyyo son, you have the right to remain silent
Even though you ain't did NOTHIN violent
So Hurricane G spit this, rip this
Straight
repeated Doh complain fi manifest Jah wok
As early as the morning,load the morning truck
From east,from west,from north me full it up-from sun touch
from the sea, set chilling,
Keep it real, overwhelmed by the stress,
Just tryna chill, vibe mell' nothing less,
Surfboard by, for a swell from the west
when the face ice cold
Lock your windows, still I come in when the wind blows
Come in slow, suddenly your eyes close
Then your body set through your
Towards us
Here come the clouds again
But little by little they're taking off
Beating their dark wings
Flying south for winter
For winter
Little by
like to do a song
That was written about a good friend of mine down in Key West, Florida,
Where I spend a little bit of time.
This particular
a sport
Anything fly, it's all good let me dump it
Please set in the trumpet
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little
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