Lyrics:
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
Look who crept in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the death of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em
Track
They try to say Kanye West
Was out here wildin' like, uh, Delonte West
But these new verses sounding
Like André’s best
But he couldn't ever quite
chea
Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now?
Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute
Just gimme
chea
Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now?
Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute
Just gimme
like
Yeah she like the old me like Kanye West
Yeah she like the
Yeah she like the
Yeah she like the old me like Kanye West
I been
I been in my thoughts,
Josh ?
In Paris in flames
This nigga performs in the jail
The dark he annihilates
I strive to be the best like Kanye yes. Wait a minute
I want
sweats, running up in Stetson
Nigga hat game was special
It matched every black pair of Nike's
Throwing dice for decimals
The older head, bolder head,
constantly
That's what Kanye West keeps telling me, here's why
(Because I'm tacky)
Wear my Ed Hardy shirt with fluorescent orange pants
(Because I'm tacky)
Yeah, this nigga think we hoes or somethin' my nigga
Shit, man what the, lemme talk to the motherfucker
How hard we really motherfucker is in this
brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, whips be
pull up on em bitches got them texting oh my god
I got bitches out in paris that be texting oh la la
I hear back like who this she hear back you forgot
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga rap
It's the Muppet show, most niggas need A&R
To tell 'em how
in the club you know I do not pay
Aiiyo my man Kanyeezy he got something to say
[Kanye West]
Aiiyo my name is Kanyeezy from the Roc-A fam
And where
got your number, like Paris in the summer, it ends
Every day goes by, I wish I was in your bed
(Ooh) I love you, oh God
(Ooh) It's hard to find
puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Killa Cam, cerebellum
An old man just goin'
puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Killa Cam, cerebellum
An old man just goin'
drippin' from my pinky to my thumb uh
Now we out in Pari niggas still hatin'
Now we out in Pari white girls politicin'
Now we out in Pari yeah I'm
expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
Nigga hit 'em up
Bitches run from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop,
down to this real motherfuckin' shit, nigga.
Verse 1:
Niggas can't rest, they see death in the capital west.
They just rest in pieces when I
.jpg/225px-Kanye_West_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival_(cropped).jpg "Kanye West")
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