Blu - The West Lyrics
Hey yo, cruising down west with them colorful hatsGolden, that black, such a lovable matchThe rap constable, comfy like bubbles in bathsWas with the pudding brown, duffels and bagsI'm from the west, my flag got that brown bear on itSagged and racked rags when my folks don't condone itWhen the folks in the storms was opponents I was posting in my roomStaring at the wall, wishing I was a baller, a little bit tallerNow I'm 6'4, I want a 64 impalaSystem serving the city, city staining walls upThinking about my father when I look at that revolverNigga, hey, yo, peeling off the?Bb be the bossI'm trying not to floss the hog sauce?Mad personality swag onFinna have trojans on the trojan capOj simpson, thinking I'mma merk thatCircle back, I seen her, she bendy, she kinda badAnd she don't know your boyTell her hop in the back, I keep the chrome strappedUnder both seats like my ogCold streets, put the heat back where it's supposed to beRolling through the drive-in, stay, we pull upWhere niggas wasn't supposed to be back thenThe westSitting on, flossing for the fish and the breadSeas on my head like the cincinnati bread*****ing niggas on my business like they fedsI'm like?I call mad just to get to some medsCall flare, cough red, gangrene to the head?Chick was all peppered 'cause she knew I sweat herIf I was a regularBut I'm a g, I do that letter upGot me some g2, I met her onceShe told me when all the west africans stay in hereThey chatter upGave her gold as a child born, flesh and bloodCall them? to proveThe west won
