Lyrics:
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
And you said
You're living love in color
And oh so sick of lies
With my fingers grazing side by side
I hesitate to say goodbye
They say true love never does
ticket to you
Fantasies come true when I kick it with you
In the winter wonderland when you hold my hand
Came back on the block where the guns go blam
West
What up
How are you?
I'm awesome
I know you're doing a ton
Of interviews right now, this
Is the first time you've been to Amp radio
So I have
But We just be Yeetin like we're Markus Wheaton
All of our fans they be like WesT
All of our fans on the edge of their seats
All of our fans yeah they
I Learn alot
I Don't fuck with em niggas in other Blocks
I'm True Black Leader
I Sweat And I Eat Up
Anything Everything I'mmma Got Get Em
You
I Learn alot
I Don't fuck with em niggas in other Blocks
I'm True Black Leader
I Sweat And I Eat Up
Anything Everything I'mmma Got Get Em
You
Just can't get enough of you
Oh yeah
Clap yo hands
Yo it's Smooth
I'm straight hitting from the west coast
West side
So turn the volume up
I'm about
beautiful
You fill me with flowers
I swear it's like we're in a film
That's all ours
And hours go by
And we forget time
The colors of your heart
In
where's the bitches?
This crazy boss just fucked up the
Game word to the clippers
My enemies bitch got her face
Right by my zipper
Tequila is laced, give me
be in the same position as me
And I'm like
Ah if you wanna go deeper than this
Nah they ain't getting no deeper than this
Got North East West
on the wall too (true)
Let you know where you at if you don't know, fool
Eatin' cereal in house shoes like Ice Cube (ha)
On Fridays I lay low and smoke weed
me grief
You know me and homie had beef
Now you got me losing my mind out up in these streets
You flamingo, showing your true colors
I heard u was
me grief
You know me and homie had beef
Now you got me losing my mind out up in these streets
You flamingo, showing your true colors
I heard u was
about somethin'
You just talkin' loud and sayin' nothin'
And if you get mad, sorry brother
And when you're in LA, watch your colors
I'm a MD, but no
of a love once thought true
And yet I drive further
Let her go
West Texas
I know she's there with you
Out in west Texas
While I'm in agony
Another dream,
till eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West Coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest
All that money we makin' don't
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
(Let's go)
Ain’t no mercy in the street
From the north to the south, from the west, to the east
(Oh no)
And we ain’t lettin’ up no release
If we don’t see
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
love is true
Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright
Six saintly shrouded men
love is true
Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright
Six saintly shrouded men
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