Lyrics:
KWIRK
Listen, Pixie-ears! Get on that computer!!!!!
EUBANGDERE
The price is ten more cents or another five, or three minutes! Whoopee!
KWIRK
I?ve
keep it poppin
I ain't from compton
(westside)
I am a heavyweight in the gamesid by havin the buds that with no single no we got the whole country
You hollering and ballering without a dam thing giving
I'm rolling with thugs in the v thugs on dubs and no love
If you don't get money like a scrub if
She like the palm trees and the droptops and the warm breeze, yeah
She from the Westside, with the sunsets and the bomb weed, yeah
She thinks she know
the Righteous Anger module
Please kindly swallow the lozenge at this time
High-five the local teen we have hired to operate the machine
And place your goggles
In case these the niggas don't play by the rules
I can remember when I was just wishin' a thirty cent flipper we stood on the block
Grabbin' it hard
commin from this westside
livewire, keep ya boys safe from this drive by
bullshit you not
I'm out to lay them bodies on the ground
Muthafuckin imitation
suspicious
"Aiyyo John, what's up with these bah-bies?"
He said, "I just can't know, I just met em"
And then I heard "Get em!"
I looked up, a forty-five at my
like to do that now, I've written some haikus
Haikus are Japanese poems consisting of 17 syllables, three lines
Five, seven, five
And I find them
(High)
You're postin' high
Yo, look at slim (word) she's soft as satin
Livin' on the Upper Westside of Manhattan
She's paid, I mean bucks
She's got
Back in high school
Always kinda knew
I was by myself nobody saw what a player do
Hence why I was a loner, fucking with a few
Was amused by the fools who
I'm a Hunnid Percent
Poppin out paying no rent
Feeling like I might invent
Something that cost just a couple of cents
Write down some lyrics yeah
Crest
Light it up, 10 cents
I'm back on shit
5 senses been gone by now
Just know that I been outta my witts
Nonsense, I’m blessed
Day one been all about
school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man
The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread
The voices
We jus' started, we bubblin'
Hun-15th and 7th hun-15th and Lennox
Hun-12th and 5th, the border of 1st Avenue
That's my way whole Westside of Harlem
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
I pop me some ex I don't want no more sex shawty giving me neck by da sec while I'm speeding
Don't spit it out shawty tell me of course
I look
Vykradol som kostol, ale moc mi to nepomohlo
200 euro v drobákoch nevyjde ani na nájom
Vykradol som kostol, ale moc tam toho nebolo
Mafia má majetok
Fifty ma na cent
Feel jako raper tak jebu ti mater
H Uplnej monster
Uplnej monster ale i soft ye
Vzdycky na beatu a nikdy pozde
Kapsy sou prazdy v capu
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some
on the track
Carbon black hint of blue do you feel me
My beamer on the five running laps
M badge in the back looking real mean
Manifest the dream
Invest
the cheetahs tried to catch my uncle
When you come through, you could get bumped too
If you don't got at least 4 to 5 gorillas amongst you
The bigger tree hit
a goner
Don't fuck around and get doled up
Cause we got the Westside sewed up
Ike and Tina, Marie and Donnie
Ashford and Simpson, Clyde and Bonnie
I
Get them Southside niggaz on yo azz (on yo azz)
Get them Eastside niggaz on yo azz (on yo azz)
Get them Westside niggaz on yo azz (on yo azz)
Get
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