Lyrics:
Yeah
You know
If you want it go get it
(Yo) That's what I do
Sho'nuff
Big caddy
Swinging like gilmore
Big daddy
But slim like Fillmore
Life's a rush
Out west, give me a test (yeah)
I'm fucking a thot on her bed
All I see is red, God is who he met
When he talked that shit
Drive-by drift, don't get
ME TIGHT TONIGHT
DON'T LET GO TONIGHT
WEST WIND TURNED THE WEATHERVANE
THE ARROW IS POINTING TO ME
LAYING IT ALL ON THE LINE
EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE
front I was geeked off the lager
All embarassed and I'm oversharing like brodie you'll do it I know it you'll prosper
Seeing my true colors still I feel
toppin dat
If she at the crib, then her wig gettin' pushed back Runnin' through a bag like I'm doin' a four-flat Like a D-line, I'm out, West gettin' sacks
pistols on it
And everybody know you fuck up, we killin' ya
The whole club familiar with my familia
Chicken heads Boriquas goin' follow where I go
I
Gotti!'
Later man! (Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Yeah I hear the West Coast (Summertime) yeah put it down
They call me Roscoe by the way just so you know (Dogg
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
Watch
still go there
But my mind would be too loud
Sun on water
Bright colors drowning me out
I could still go there
Sun on water
Now they're standing
true
What I gotta do)
(I know it's true
What I gotta do)
I'm painting my own world
You're only limited by your imagination
Why not try livin life as your
the East to the West Coast, everybody fucked up
I can't imagine no less
But it don't take imagination to know niggaz
Been blessed with hip hop
Before we go
But once her true colors revealed, it got so dark I lost my sight
Yeah
Sometimes I wish I can go back just to see her smile again
Yeah
Sometimes I wish
of her perfume in every breath I breathe No matter far and wide, she is by my side
Calling out to me
And north, south, east, west Anywhere I go
An arrow
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
white, white, white, white (what if he was white?)
White, white, white, white, white? (Yo, yo)
What if I was white skin the same color as cocaine?
gets done, the colors won't run
The funk hits the square, the kids gotta come
The pizza with the pop, the west 4th stop
The crew after crew that do
Tie on a bandana, then we lay him out
Fighting over two colors in the crayon box
It's no love
It's no love
Forty ounces in my cup, I'm poured up
"Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"
He said, "Whatchu mean by
girl problem, Marq
(Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is)
Lemme tell you what time is it
I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West
Got
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
Yo
They be wanting my spot they be after me
I guess this is my life, how it has to be
People show they true colors so rapidly
Even ones that I
that money
You should be comfy
You ain't gotta show that
True colors you ain't gotta show that
Got news for yuh
I'll take the hoes back
Hoes back
If you
Feniko
Yeah
Cha$e D'Amico
My life is full of true beauty ain't no doubt about that
Chillin' everyday with my gold chain and my hat
Playing
kick em to the coast lines (true)
I'm a West Side nigga, we don't show signs (no)
You got some fake friends, they just toe lines (yeah)
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