Lyrics:
inside my ride and let's slide to the west side
Gotta find something to eat
My pockets about to multiply
Cause I just dropped like 3,500 on some XRP
This
Yeah yeah
AJ from the Lane, link up TV mic check
AJ Tracey
Oi West London stand up
North-West stand up
Shout out my Brixton massive
Yo, look
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
along the way we made different choices you know, I still have your killing joke tapes and your psychic tv t-shirt why don't you come by some day and pick
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
who live by the sea?
Back on the ranch and everything's normal
Beach blanket bingo comes on the TV
We talk in our sleep and then the next morning
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
And this whole transformation
Was made possible
By this encounter with death
That mother ayahuasca gave me
That leads me to ask what is death?
In our
of it
Borderline rhymer me I’m just sorta kind of
trying stay out west like the fourty niners
Bored and higher than you twenty four seven
Currently living
a black thing)
Yeah, back shots 'til she knock me (knock me)
I be on new shit, so they copy, the debauchery
Go ahead then watch me, nigga, don't watch TV
me tight
Down by West Street
Down by West Street
Down on a rockabilly hop
In the neon light
In the neon light
When the lights go on
You & my wheels
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, rhyming on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible
Strip
Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but
After thirty five years the grass still don't grow in that rock hard west Texas ground
Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town
Like horses
stacks, blad, you and your boys could never be (gangsters)
I don't mean TV, blad, I mean real life (gangsters)
I got a Turkish bredrin from school, we're
some Imagined warrior production
Twenty-first century No chivalry involved
No Bushido
Oh, the code of the West Long gone
Never been Where does it
One night in the West Virginia mountains I got stranded in the deepening snow
I found important house and took a small room no TV magazines or radio
time to be call it cavalry
Feel like Klint Eastwood
But the funny thing I'm in the wild west
California where we by the
Border I could pull
Up on you
to the East coast
Next flight to the West coast
I’m in the trap with many men
No these ain’t no strangers these is my friends
(Yeahhhh)
If I see bro go
slang
Them boys up North (North), them boys from the West (From the West)
They tell me not to plex, but I'ma get it off my chest
How you gon' act like
Up in Chiraq like Kanye West
UK boy mans gone global
Man manifest my ting that's why I go around telling 'em mans not local
Easy flow, mans gliding
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
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