Lyrics:
On some run flat
By the way I
Never seen a better view, not in Malibu
Bunch of bad bitches naked in the swimming pool
Hear the waves crashing, playing
have turned to eating on each others chochas
I rose up in the west but I've settled on the east
Now coast to coast they've diagnosed that Mike's
the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get ??? no problem Barry
You no cemetery, Home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man
nervous, got sweat in your palms
I predict more downfall than Sly Stone's moms
The fugitive running, crazed nigga with the knife
Ill trife, got muthafuckas
a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for
These bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
dig these bars
From palm trees, to bomb green, if it all seems
Like we're living in the land of dreams, by all means
Forever, rockin that, purple
backpacks on or you got guns in ya palms
Don't make me know difference
Long as what you spittin is vicious
It's common ground we can break bread and get
no)
Astronaut status, your plug don't have this
Trap house swingin'
They gon' hurry up and grab this
I'm all in West Palm
Catchin' plays on Clematis
don't know how we puts it down
Trick ass motherfuckers
Verse 1, Ice Cube:
Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin
With three time felons,
another time
Let's go out west to the place where
Time and mind don't need a rhyme
Where we can spend all our time
Palm trees all around my high
Don't even
to kill, now we all about dope
Buy whips, put them all on fours
Still kill, but it's all about dope
Get tricky, so play by the rules
Look, homie, I'm
Check it out
Easily I approach
The gangsta party with my strap and smoke
Tell your hoodratz to stop trynna trick
I got no time to give 'em my dick
I'm
a night
How you do that trick to hypnotize ?
Me in a shuffle dance, you by the light
I think it's time to fix our glances
just in time to lick you beside
tax
I'm ready to go up in the warehouse with my ax
And chop up shit until they give my freedom back
Service to what, who
Damn, you got caught
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will
exist in these streets
I'm yo daddy, I'm a magi, and my baby is unique
No yes, maybe
If you shady I can tell right when we meet
Ain't no west craven I'm
die sixty niggas til we pop off like we in the wild west
When I finished giving you the crack what?!
If you knew I'm in route to the crib just to park
until six hit'cha, don't let the sunshine and palm trees
fool you get the picture, niggaz be in Hollywood thinkin it's all good
But everything South
cos I'm that lyricist
Plus, I'm that Nigga with 3 records set
That's held up in the Guinness book
But people fail to mention this on the internet
But if
me
Grew up in the slums never dumb was friendly
But the streets beat it outta me tell 'em I'm deadly (I'm deadly)
By the end of 5th grade more than
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
dealt, bitch, read 'em and weep
It's that West side rollin, pussies get swollen
Knockin' niggas down in the pen, I'm bowlin'
Controllin' everything I'm
dice
Niggas hatin on us till we went and upped the price
I'm done catching feelings my nigga
Let's catch flights
I been wanting money since I was in
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