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Or even if you're from the West or East coast
I'd like to thank all of you, save the most
Don't diss each other by sayin' who's better
Just do it
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
Kanye West inside my ears
sitting underneath the sun
Letting go of any fear
to the hills I always run
They have eyes and eyes do chase me like stars
Everybody wants to be famous
Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless
People act shameless
Tryna live like entertainers
Want a fat crib with
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
All around the world and back again it's finally happenin'
I'm lappin' in this luxury by nappin' in a big ass house
Chillin' with my homies
And when they so distressed
What would be the best thing to write?
How 'bout this: "Kanye West wears a dress"?
Yes, now maybe that can take
Away from the way
the Peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with
fashion
And when I am feeling depressed
I shave from my cuff all the whiskers and fluff
Stick my hat on and toddle up West
I'm Burlington Bertie, I
again it's finally happenin'
I'm lappin' in this luxury by nappin' in a big ass house
Chillin' with my homies on the West side, West side
Bringin' out my
to the west
To the north and the south
They know A.C. and they know I get down
To the east to the west
To the north and the south
Keep my feet on the ground
Just let us rock, you!
Got waterbed sets in my limousine
And everytime I'm seen I got to be clean
I tour around the world, to make the people dance
B.I.G I'm the illest
Fake G's get murked by my realness
A born genius (jeen-yuhs) like Kanye West
Only true spitter'z can feel this crazy linguistic
Mr. Kanye West, you know!
Can't forget, Stack Bundlez, what up b?!
Uh, Poo Bear
Everybody showin' me love my whole Fort Minor family!
Styles
a trip (ay)
YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks
Whoa, fresh out a pandemic but I ain't rusty
Whoa, have a baby by me, bitch, come be lucky
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
That's when I stood up and did the Kanye West
Put your hands in the air like you really do care, oh yeah
Put your hands in the air like you really do
the Peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with
the Peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with
The game turns people into enemies like
And our idols become rivals
When the energy's off
Look at Kanye and Jake
Look at Biggie and 'Pac
They probably wish
wont fake to make you by my take
I say a prayer to my Lord just to keep my faith
Fuck straight.
[Chorus]
[Snoop: x2]
Will you steal for me? (Yes
Colorado passes by like writing on a wall
Headed Eastward down to New Orleans
Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out
But there's still
told ya
Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check
With no bling-bling around my neck, yup
Redman and Sermon, with two icons
Nigga, I got a gut, fuck pythons
of boredom)
In my room, when I'm tired
Listened to rock on my phone while I cry (I still brush my teeth)
Kanye West can't heal these tears
But I hide them
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