Lyrics:
muh'fucker up only if it feels right
Stop all your blood clot cryin, I was flyin'
Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign in
Yeah I hear
like
To turn this muh'f***er up only if it feels right
Stop all your blood claat cryin, I was flyin
Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign
before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give her, her sweet good thing a call
Oh,
feel like a desperado. I'm going out west like Fibal.
I should be there by tomorrow. I'm on my way to El Paso, hey vato, que paso.
They ain't listening,
Yea, left side and the right side nigga this the west
Verse 1
I got a magazine you might can get the issue
I'll be the reason that yo momma need
Cameras on the drone, on a mission like Halo
Hey, hey, hundred percent, got a mansion by the water
That's the beach house, beware the dog signs
Others
stop what I'm doin' 'less it's urgent (who?)
I got a Lamb' truck, new version (skrrt)
You gotta sign up if you purging (gang)
You a street nigga tryna
to Compton
Stop it, you prolly never been there, just drop it
I was off 139th street by the park bitch
Gonzalez Water Park 13 I was creepin'
Met Trish by
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
Your live shows are boring you're just not pleasin' 'em
Stop teasin' 'em you can't rock Palladium
We bring New York back like that West side stadium
friends.
My zodiac sign is a Taurus the bull.
I drink Old English, and I do get full.
If you're wondering why I don't stop my rap,
'Cause other MC's
And fortune doesn't grow on trees unless unless you're 33rd degree
I don't wanna sign a deal I just wanna feel alright
Know I'll find myself again despite my
fresh when I hop out I quit school to hit licks im a drop out
You was playing games I was outside slanging that torch in a drive by
South west nigga got
when Jungle told Pac it's on soon as we walk up out this
Picket signs Outlawz outside the music hall
Buncha ghetto superstars really down to lose it
walking I'll catch jetlag
If it ain't Hennessey and O.J. homie miss me
Keep my hairline down to the Nike sign crispy
Spit be, strictly mini-me Bin
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
like a 100 degrees, I'm honest
Still I don't wine and dine it
All she wanna do is wind and grind it
Throw the west side up, sign language
Drop that ass
'Cause I've left that girl so many times before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give
dreams and nightmares are retrievers
Invest in ya self and start ya own business
Copyright ya brand and sign it with a witness
Be careful cause anyone can
west and you keep me guessin'
If I'm better alone
Your friends don't know me
Stop takin' their advice
Your friends don't know me
Love me now, I don't
a lot
I am nothing like y’all goofs
Who set by the floor
Not afraid of the exist the spook
Who sat by the door
Quill tell it you niggas overzealous for
[Talking - see-Bo]
First off we the mutha fuckin Thug Lords
Now for all you niggas bangin, that mutha fuckin West Coast like nigga?
& get deceased & vice versa
Stop the murder increase the peace
Love to all of my peeps in the west & in the east
& in the east & in the west
just keep
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