Lyrics:
Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All
ngiyam'halisa
Kancane baby, iyangsabisa
Banomona baby, oShaneece
Just by his sight wang'manzisa
I been a bad bitch won't you Punish
Rock my heels
I know he
night
I was awakened by a shining bright light
Overhead a glorious spirit
He gave me a message and you all need to hear it
Send me your money
Listen up I got a story to tell
Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell
Say dog, listen up I got a story to tell
Say man, listen up I got this
school
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin' in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch
front of his building with the rest of his friends
I give him a pound no I mean I shake his hand
He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man
I go
She bring it through every occasion
Don't gotta tell the girl shit
Go out and get it, they do it by nature
If she see one outside
Then she gon'
no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
[Baby]
You lil boyz better clear tha block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock tha glocks, we
shelter, they be servin' food
Mama can't walk
Come up to this house, shit, they gon' serve her two
Catch him in that North, take his ass off
Fuck him,
from my iPhone
I'ma take it one-two way back
Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap
Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou
And I waved, fool, as I blew by
use your gat
Money's your aim then you'll take it on the lam
Mud is your name Hoover always gets his man
A B C D E F G G-Man G-Man Hoover
you get
My nigga I’m the living proof
Think he runnin’ game
but I finessed him out his shoes
Count it up and then recount it
Hit the bank and I
the time of fools
Hedonism’s blown up
Wealth’s gone downhill
Smoking cigar butts
He is feeling very ill
She is dating politicians
Whose money she steals
Her
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
squeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin' like a pentagon
Strike with
to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
know how I came up
He only eighteen, they see him stacking his change up
And a lot of niggas chose to get in the game
But difference from you damn
to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
my money down
Some guy designed the room I'm standing in
Another built it with his own tools
Who says I like right angles?
These are not my laws
There
twice
Just take it by surprise
It's time to fool the dummy
Take his money
Vaporize
'Cause this is a heist
This is a heist
This is a heist
Run for it now
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that
blew his head off from all angles
Alchemist cool, hoodies bool, sipping Veuve
My lil nigga dropped out the
First day of school
Dropped tears when I wrote
niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her
money
I remember when you and me used to ball, we had it all, and we took a fall
I came up in cokeland, better known as Oakland
Your weed could sell,
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