called me out (You don't see it now) I know how You'll wait up for me Cutting into You fell out of your ways Better off, held in truth You confide in me Better off
Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off,
motherfuckers how the West Coast rock So come on [Hook: Butch Cassidy] Everybody all around the world (yeah) All the little baby boys and girls (alright
I'm feeling lucky, So I was like hit me At which point my phone rang, and it hit me That I had mentioned to format he should hit me Off on the cell he
is shit Thinking I'm in the rough but I just tee'd off I'll make the putt in two strokes and I supposed to be soft And if you got beats you better lend
and mobile phones Things I couldn't get with a high school diploma It's alright, cause I just help myself You should know, cause I can't do nothin else And you better
hang with us gorillas, you just an orangutan Sly and Bullet Loco gone bring these killers PAIN! [Verse 3: Sly Boogy] Right, alright, hold up, trip (
it hurt I'll let him make it, but his mama and daddy gon see a hearse Fuck a driveby, I want him to look me in my eyes Let him call Junior on his mobile
let the bass bump If you ain't got a ride, well that's alright Let the U keep you company on your hike Trekin down the ave with your headphones on Take 'em off
where it hurt I'll let him make it, but his mama and daddy gon see a hearse Fuck a driveby, I want him to look me in my eyes Let him call Junior on his
jewelries, and mobile phones Things I couldn't get with a high school diploma It's alright, cause I just help myself You should know, cause I can't do nothin else And you better
Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off
{Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off
