Lyrics:
The wild, Gotham
The Wild West
Ha ha, ride
All you see is the sun, reflecting off of the gun
Ready for the showdown, that go down at one
Sweat
best be down with me
I drop a pound of weed, I smoke young wild and free
West coast bumping that shit, Los Angeles no I ain't rich
Thought by now I'd
(Let me show y'all little niggas
How it really goes)
I'ma show you how the big dogs do it nigga
This is how you get her up
You don't know how to rule no
show ya rack
Drunk off o this liquor
You offended You a slag
Got a big brown bag
N a bottle full o jack
I aint been 2 the bar
All night yup im bad
88 callin' they want me
East to the West I am the link
As a youngin’ I never knew this game no
Till my big slime showed me this name though
I been
how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a nigga get on yo' ass
Eighty racks up on me now big ol' .40 a extra mag
Got rich off Glad bags,
you and Pac in harmony, probably hugging
While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is bugging
All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
As for
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
styles ain't doper than ours
Hard to the core, hit it one time, hit it some more
Y'all spit but that West Coast shit is out doors
Wild like Ninety Days
up, throw 'em up)
What? What? What? What? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up)
I'm a down south nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a west coast nigga
incognito (Okay) far away from a freak show (Yes sir)
Love all my amigos (Si) big dreams, I achieve those (Bet)
Bros over hoes, we don't ever gamble those
on em
Big chipper
Ima slide
On the dancefloor
No, I cant dance
She a dance whore
Ima flex again an again
Show me somethin clean
I might rock wit you again
cause she
Stuck on that hoe shit
I been smokin' so much now I'm
Stuck on my last fib
I by the opps cause baby I'm not rich
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
microphone
Picked it up, now I'm back on your stereo
Out West, rollin' in a Big Benz
Don't chill, not 'til the song ends
There's the more, now I know you
ain't no fuckin' rapper (woo)
He say he get them 'bows for cheap, ooh, he a big capper (why you cap?)
'Cause every time I ask him where they at, he
of a young handsome rich rapper
It's all laughter, it's all big bucks though
Call the buzz "Vegas" 'cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich
East Coast you get high
West Coast you get high
now my man named Sex he be high
Charles too he be high
to my man Big Tiz he be high
Niggas
big dawg, you lil child (You lil dawg)
Me and the gang, we run wild
Talk shit, have a motherfucker exiled (Exiled)
This ain't no song, it's a freestyle
big dawg, you lil child (You lil dawg)
Me and the gang, we run wild
Talk shit, have a motherfucker exiled (Exiled)
This ain't no song, it's a freestyle
and tuxedos
Eating sheppard bed meals, cashing big burritos
Big dinero, rich money don't sleep
I got to have it every day of the week
Rich Bitch Problems, I
Wild West brother, you ready? Mmm
If you in the west you better have something to tote
Bullet gon' hit you and that’s all she wrote
Fella control you
through
Neck was cold as fuck, my wrists got the flu
Cop a brand new Bentley, dripping candy blue
Show you pussies how a rich nigga do
Don't sleep on these
and coke
In court all the time, tryin' to fight it
We get rich, we get [unverified]
So what's the problem officer, this time?
Is havin' big money,
know
I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin with Timbo
Girl if you got a big back let me bend that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let
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