Lyrics:
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
here looking Litty
We be screwing with your hoes
We be rocking with the best
I be wanting all the clothes
Sin city with the gas
On the west coast dope
don’t call don’t knock on doors
Thats how we do it where I’m from I got my life and you got yours
Every day a great escape
Winter fishing on the lake
to the back, sold out, one night
That's the way it is when you done it right
Take time to drop a album
Don't just be buyin' beats from everybody
Cause everybody
ignore it
I'm in the booth right now
Nigga you don't wanna get schooled right now
Nigga back up nigga come here
They wanna act a fool now
I got them
it's pretty rough Y'knowwhaImsayin?
Sometimes I roll out to uh Wild
Lake to cap some bitches
But most of the time West B
Is where it's
Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping
Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson
Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas
up in a world where
It's kill or be killed
I swear that every bitch I used
To fuck fuck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is
my balance on these eggshells
You tell me to tread
I'd rather be a wild one instead
Don't wanna hang around the in crowd
The cool kids aren't
Sometimes you got to look around and soak all this shit in
My nigga you doing great this is just where you begin
And I'll be damned if I sit around and let
than sin, wild as the wind
That blew on the Montana plains
Old Red was one of the last of his breed
And wasn't about to be tamed
From Idaho, a young
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
and then we render
Trust your words
Trust your judgement
Don't trust the judge that dude is bugging
Keep it real - I'ma keep it hundred
Park the car, keep
the flag til we blessed....til we blessed
Like the hippos of West cfrica I'm black to the bone
Wanna see my cfrica back on the throne
Beautiful people "we
Boy, we run rap, boy, this is Top Dawg
D-o t, d-a w-g, k-d-o t, c-p t
L-B-C West, W-A T T-S, Jay Rock
He don't play niggas and guards, projects
What you
proud to be wild and he's
Thinking now is time to get the crowd shouting
Now people found him, it's, "Wow, peep his salary"
Way back when I was feeling
if you wanted me then you should've just said
She's singing
Ah lahmlahlah
Don't fuck with my love
That heart is so cold
All over my home
I don't wanna
the West, not a S on my chest
Watch these skinny arms flex
I got Mal naai kraag
I don't need to pretend
City of Mal naaiers
I see you bang
You better run
Greetings loved ones
Let's take a journey
I know a place
Where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet n' wild
There must be something in
't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be
the city against
Don't fuck with me but show love when I'm winning
I been thuggin since a child smoke dat gas and crack a smile
Like the west I'm wild wild
the blood's thicker
Wild west, no hesitation, pull the trigger
See em racing cuz no one's pulling the gun quicker
Know who he is and who you're facing
the funny thing is money can't solve 'em, no
I be hearin' things like niggas wanna off him
But I'd never think it'd be one of my partners, though
[Chorus:
wanna know where the wild things are
Oh oh I wanna know where the wild things are
Oh oh I wanna know where the wild things are
And I don't feel so safe
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