We live like were on the west coast Making love like were in hospitals She?s been my crush for some time She?s my minx, she?s my butterfly We know she
the clip Eight for them hard looks And eight for that lip It was unnecessary That sort of punishment was less than very ugly Which was fucked up You
piled higher every year He was suffocating slow in the box of a buccaneer Ten summers prior on a night like this Crows nest saw something that float to the boats west
WANT! [Verse: Kiotti] This here, is something for them people out there That's real, party like they just don't care, yeeeah Yatti back wit Que and - That
I gotta tell you gimme Reputation something like a hemi in a remi See that car I'ma cop that God Police ain't around gonna spark that God Take this volume
then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost Cause she couldn't handle my shit, wait I sweared Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I
and watch ya all day, got me lost for words what can I say girl, I ain't never seen my clothes fit, nothin like that that that that that noo You ain'
ride ride, ride for mee East coast (Where you at) West coast (Where you at) (She love me she love me she love me) Dirty south (Where you at) Mid west (
of life and make the transition [Chorus:] She's so high, she reach the sky Look into her eyes, shes so high She lives inside of clouds, her silence is loud She
Me Trap That Girl Is Nice 'cause She's Got, She's Got It, She's Got It, Breathe, Breathe [Verse] her body is Screaming I Think That She's Missing Ain
I don't need players in the paint that can't do nothing for me Show me get down nigga we can make something happen I'm west coast east side hoodlum gansta
You haters like it or not, Who number 1?, I got my eyes on your spot The west coast treat me I like was 'Pac Now all I need is the whole world to bang
lost promise or somethin, frontin Talkin to somethin at the bar, she keep askin bout my car She said she seen me pull up in valet Wit something in the
was all about the positive When topics of our songs were socially provocative Racism was targeted as something to discard but it Seems today hatred is the way hip-hop is
the pad Dumb hoe said something that made me mad She said something that I couldn't believe So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave She
we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost Cause she couldn't handle my shit, wait I sweared Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming