Lyrics:
like the valley until we are mountain high
Your main want to come to the west got her screaming its the best side westmain we wild
These niggas be
crazy
You so cra-cra-cra, you so crazy
Far east to west, MIC check
One, two, three, four テリヤキの言葉 neptunes のビート
ヒート up する vibes and シンクロ
しっとするぐらいに
a
Nocturnal,
Gregarious
Wild swine
On his way up!
A peccary of destiny,
Adventure
And
Romance!
Is there any mail for me?
Swifty's!
This is big swifty's!
At big
know this bad ass bitch out west she stay out there by Jackson
You gotta take what you want in life it ain't no time for askin'
They'll be surprised
and big shit
Fuck wit a nigga that put the gleam on the wrist
Killaz, wild ass niggaz, drug dealerz
Motherfuckers that put lead all up in ya
Send you
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya D's out
Breathe in,
Comes a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide
Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west
And the big Grand Coulee country in
roars a mighty furnace now to fight for Uncle Sam
Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild
fingers off and stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you that, you greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight
was with it so when you be quiet
Now you facin twenty all by yourself
The nigga you was with man he rich as hell
Even though this story is a fairy
six-shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his
six-shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his
'Everything that's big dreams, I did that' -Ma$e
'Everything that's big dreams, I did that' -Ma$e
Tryna show you how to work with dirt
The dirt, the dirt,
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco,
quick EE blouse and skirt
JB EEE a so di ting work wild trial Yoo
Drugs drugs drugs drugs drugs drugs drugs run America
Big drugs yuh wa rich inna America
Well, I am the son of the wild, wild west
And I know that earth is black
So I was sailing my prairie schooner one day
When I fell off the edge
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
rapping style.
Have the freaks in the crowd, going wild.
For when I spit my rhyme, I just don't quit.
Grab the microphone, and just make me rich.
It
having hella clothes
And I bang Rich Gang to the core
I turned my ruby stone to a charm
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three
and big shit
Fuck wit a nigga that put the gleam on the wrist
Killaz, wild ass niggaz, drug dealerz
Motherfuckers that put lead all up in ya
Send you
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young bitches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
And that's word to my big brothers
Passed down game
Passed down style
Passed traditions so we still wild
Air Force ones since I was a child
Secure the bag
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