Lyrics:
rapping style.
Have the freaks in the crowd, going wild.
For when I spit my rhyme, I just don't quit.
Grab the microphone, and just make me rich.
It
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
having hella clothes
And I bang Rich Gang to the core
I turned my ruby stone to a charm
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three
and big shit
Fuck wit a nigga that put the gleam on the wrist
Killaz, wild ass niggaz, drug dealerz
Motherfuckers that put lead all up in ya
Send you
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young bitches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich
And that's word to my big brothers
Passed down game
Passed down style
Passed traditions so we still wild
Air Force ones since I was a child
Secure the bag
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4's
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4's
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
pipes loud (pipes)
Spitting lotta flames going wild, swerving and I'm going down town down town
Going west coast like the OGs
On the block and I'm with my
just like it's the wild wild west
Yes (yes), yes, bitch, yes, uh, this right here
Like a quarter on my chest, yuh, why I do that?
'Cause I'ma make
on the West Coast
we be gettin high with the fellas
who puff on the lie
for Lu-Lu,Sig, and Tai
everyday you know how we do (woo)
brothers tryin
the ring (Yeah)
Hey, Saweetie, talk to these motherfuckers (Uh-huh)
Let me tell you 'bout this chick
I'm from the West Coast
Light skin, baby hairs
I
flossy
All the girls love to see
How I'm big bossy yeah west coast
We worldwide
Even getting fan email from the other side
Sayin' "We love you, Kilo
Te
with the west coast, show em how we rock it
Keep it pumpin through the summer, stuff them chips up in my pocket
Super-saki gin'll keep my style all in
West Side is the town you will see me
Run through the city with the gold weed
Stop by my crew my homies
Ain't gonna do much just smoke weed
West
If I get rich tomorrow I'ma stay humble
If I done made it big I'ma stay humble
If I did what I did I'ma stay humble
It don't matter what it is I'ma
a crook
Take money off the books
Just as long as I'm liked
By a rich man's wife?
OK, hold up i can't rap about doing crime
But if I actually do crime,
taking no shorts
Fuck around and get puffed like a menthol port
Telling laws, come and get mad
Then shoot up the superior court, and still Wild Wild West
Her body like the wild, wild west
What if you don't bow down? Yeah
Ridin' in the wind, God bless
She's an inferno, it's a hell of a time
Yo this is your kid, yeah, jdc kid
I am about to tell you what it is
Been a music baby since I was a child
Every time I listen to music I go wild
Wild
a picnic
Galleria boy I was getting it
Playing shows spreading my name
But it was so hot the summer's insane
At South by south west
It was put
squeeze till it ain't nothing left
We gon boom it out like wild Wild West
Really outside where the streets stay lit
No they might slide gotta stay on tip
hardly, controlling my ego but feeling so godly
I'm a take this right here, get my money right
Pretty, thick, hood-rich bitch, long hair, show fans only
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