Lyrics:
up my weed high
We ride in west side
The city were them techs fly
That dirty dirty south side
Midwest up top when we outside
But we ride in that
in one week, yeah, that was public school
Did I say 3 in 1? That's funny 'cause there's 4 of us in the Slaughter
That's a 3 and 1, I learned that in
(This the one Nhelson)
For my prom girl baby I got two seats
For her fake friends, I got two beams
Need you by side we've been through the bad things
off and hang you
By the seat of your pants so slam dance
And let the world feel the song
When we bumrush the set and
Take control of your dome
Cause we
Bitch I'm good everywhere I don't check in
(Good)
I got niggas on deck by the west end (Go)
Yeah they younger but all of ‘em aiming
(Gang)
Fuck that
bro
Bad bitch passenger seat She a Navajo
Raised up in the wild Wild West
Still here now so a nigga feel blessed
Smoke gas when a nigga feel stressed
little Shawn
In the passenger seat with a bottle of dom
Remain calm, called Cocren on the horn
Salaam, warm up the jeep, cause a murder about to go on
What
in the minds of
These slaves until they free boy
Mischievous souls
Who don't get it so we spit it
Where that smoke is blowing loud and
All these crowds
(Bitch)
Four fingers up
Two twisted in the middle
What the side is
Tribe full of riders
West!
I'm way way way out
Every night I stay out
Looking for
get mugged if you go downtown
I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids, and the dogs, and me
I got a shotgun, a rifle and a 4
me tell y'all about this shit, went down the other night
Me and the doggs see some niggas, just caught up in the hype
Tryin to ride and get by like
check the records that ain't well known
And look around and see all my clones
[ VERSE 4 ]
By the time I'm in my 30s my worth be - I bet I'm dirty rich
aint just playing it cool im really this Smooth
Riding round top down blowing loud in the coupe
Know i gotta tuck a tool
Guap stack by boot head
Straight across the map, we're like "why wait?"
I know my way around
'Cause we were
Westward bound
Hanging by a thread in the desert sun, we were
Westward
the rest
Ass so fat her clothes don't fit
She keep saying it's so damn big
Made that bitch breakfast in bed
She gon' eat that plan b quick
Car so fast seat
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the promo
996 grams u need four more
Smoke is the man hotter, blow torch spark up a lighter
A fire fighter, flow like the falls in Niagara
The weed will turn
and influenced by the one james brown
Godfather of soul now let the horn blow
Reflect to the days with me and marley in control
Hip hop pays now it's back
I'm just tryna make a comeback
Tracy mcgrady back in 04 in the 4th
F*** who can't believe watch them leave before your quarter ends
I lost some
squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw
With it's golden hairless chest
And I glided through the bodies
And killed the fat man Vincent West
Who sat
been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story's widely told.
How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll
While off in New
distressing
She won't really ever understand how I feel
I say that I'm good but good is not real
Front seat in the beamer tires always squeal
Drive by mister
a flight, in a G-4-7
Spend the night, in a East Coast setting
I'm so hot dog, I need more relish
2004, watch B.C. fetish
[Hook - 2x]
[Paul Wall]
When
something in your ear
I'm specific to the Pacific - Land of the pioneer
Fuck west coast I own the hemisphere
My whole city put weed in the atmosphere
We
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