Lyrics:
look through your eyes)
Single mom, two kids, running by her side
Three jobs, red letter bills, wants to run and hide
Gets home from work, a notice
look through your eyes)
Single mom, two kids, running by her side
Three jobs, red letter bills, wants to run and hide
Gets home from work, a notice
Already done coast to coast you know and now I gotta dash this pole
My ops are clean we soaked them once and rinsed till the clip was done
Told my G to stay
it all despite
Ima' go grab a new bag, hit the lotto like I'm Lucas
Shawty want a brand new bag, drinking bottles by the 2-6
Living my life oh so
Ya'll got me feeling sanctimonious
Knowing that you're showing phoniness
Holden folks with golden coated shit
Catch their eyes to coast on loneliness
her nigga now
Short tall slim thick just shake dat shit
Black white asian or Indian
West coast east coast down south legit
Throw it back for a real
getting by without you
But I don't know how much more
I can take
I can't wait
Fuck that, I'm on my way
You give me just what I need
I want this to last
Half way across the coast
The Jersey shore never seemed so cold
I ain't got nowhere left to be
You lit me up so I'll burn like fire
'Cause your
(fuck the system)
Not from golden state
Still I’m a warrior like curry (border baby)
Third coast baby
Where were swinging and swerving (Texas boy)
play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo' for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
time I rap, I bust what cha like
'cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch the mic (2x)
verse 2:
They trips when I flips cause I'm nothing respectable
ghetto history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now
to coast and
Beats and rhymes is my devotion
I'm turnin' MC's into ghosts
When I talk about
[Chorus]
[Repeat: x2]
It's that heat, that heat, that
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
You got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- [2x]
She got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- [3x]
I'm not dog pound but yo pussy be
and Caucasian sayin'...
[Chorus: x2]
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up
sho from muthafuckin swamp.
It ain't a east or west coast thing, nigga.
It's a swamp thing. ha, ha.
Tru 2 da muthafuckin game, to the south, midwest,
Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi
It's not a day that goes by (ah)
That I don't wanna look in your eye (ah)
Girl you so fine, I might try (ah)
To fuck around and lick you dry (ah)
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
[Snoop Dogg]
West Coast... it's time to stand up nigga
We gon' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
and every
Jerry Jeff Walker
Well, our story starts in Texas, where he's tempered by the heat
That skinny Alvin boy believes his fastball can't be heat
So he
Coast-to-coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his
on him
Coast-to-coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home
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