Lyrics:
week in my closet
New York Paris fashion week in my
Fashion show Sunday
Bad bitch runway
No ordinary love kiss of death Sade
Andre Kanye
Won't you hug God?
This is God in the flesh (God)
Come and touch God
(yeah) , give a blowjob (yeah)
Kanye gave up the West (Kanye)
Kanye to Yeezy (Yeezy)
the West coast, (West coast baby)
We flow fast
So many words in one bar
We spit it, rap it, nigga better go hard
Who the underdogs
The West done done it
Walk into yo’ house and will
Leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West
Where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will
Kill ya
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
the original Superfly -
And I got love for Hov but I
Ain't fuckin' with that "Suit and Tie"
Remind me again
Remind me again why we in this shit -
Every nigga
'cause my pockets stay fat
Pockets, pockets stay fat
Playa better know that
Everybody in here know what the fuck it is
I'm a gangsta, nigga, and I
Throwin all your cares away
[Music starts to fade until 5:21 in the song]
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Can I talk my shit again?
Can I talk my shit again?!
Yeah
This is that Paris Hilton, Scott Storch Production
This is so hot
So sexy
J-J-J-Jadakiss
Every time I turn around, the boys fightin' over
Ima motherfucking douchebag
Look in the mirror and I'm Kanye west
Flawless as ever
Never have to try to try my best
Cuz a nigga switching lanes like
[Snoop]
Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real
And that's why I'm giving you
[Chorus: Kanye West In Brackets]
(Whatever you want)
This whatever you want
(Before)
Just tell me
(Whatever you want)
You
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
nigga kids but she swallowing mine
And that's why you all in my mind
All in my line like caller number nine
Cause a nigga poppin' like Harlem in the nine-
love her, but is she worth your future?
Your Ciara, your Beyonce they'll be saying he got money
Think that Kim be with Kanye if he left drive in
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
This one for my baller niggas
That hate when the weakest ho in
The club try to approach him
Some songs the ladies love me
The girls gon' hate me for
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
Yo what you doing here huh?
(Hi I thought I'd drop by so nice to see you)
Nice to see you too okay
(It's been too long) yeah you can leave now
Kanye
tryna get with us
Must be gone off stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I bust, then we ride 'til the sun come
Shinin' back to brighten up
stomp the nigga two minutes long
Know I'm repping West side, putting you in the song, damn
2Pac got smoked by Baby Lane
And both of them niggas dead
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