Now these West Coast players and we love to ball...
And these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
And them East Coast killas ought to represent
And when we ride together were gonna kill some shit...
I got my mind made up, Im strapped and Im riddin high
West Side till I die, money multiplied
Down and dirty hooked up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
And we blow big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty Mex dont understand tha game
Baby beach, baby beth, latinos if ever do you gang bang
I cant do it cause Im all about my money man
Hoggin and doggin cheddar cheese full of scratch
And got them super fly fish tags full of tash
Thats how we do it, hustle fluit runnin through my veins
I got soldiers thatll dump for a little change...
Ring around the police, pockets full of hoezies
Its the wizard tha 36 ozies
Swingin n swervin jealous mans burden
Hoes see my ride and wanna say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep they heart hurtin
H-town city slicker, buy my German
Sippin on bourban, back woods a burnin
Back in the days I couldnt get one wordin
Now I park valet wit boys outta Cali
Playas on pros like the mother fuckin valley
If you were me, ud be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south Gs
17 shots pulled back an squeeze
Take Keys break em down the os and ps
And Ill ball like a mother fuckin C-fee toe
Im laced in this bitch like PCP, with SPM, and LOW-G
Down with the click, Im Baby Beesh
and Im a Hillwood Hustla til I die motherfucker
Ima grind in L.A. til my very last day
Its a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, please believe it
I guess thats the reason I roll with my rival
And like I said big frost is a hard act to follow...
Its the - Philly Alumni
on the drum I, come I
wit the type of funk that make a sucka cry
but he need no paper to fly
I aint gon lie,
my organization down wit World Wide Hustlaz
gettin sick, wit Salty Waters Lifestyl livin life-a
the homie force thats gon hop up on the plane
seize, that Baby Beesh without the west coast mary jane
on the east coast, theyre going whacko for that stack of paper
on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and they stack that paper
we screamin YAAY YAAY
wit the baskets full of blaze
South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin power moves ev-ery day
cashin in the money,
like Universal comin wit Def Jam
and do a hater we gon have to...
Its yo boy Low G from the center of the planet
I feel it get crunk and take control like Janet
When you hear the hit, what show you gonna jam in
Cant hang with the bandit, haters cant stand it
Recommended a mendez, ta win dis
The Menace most worse that Dennis
Mmmmm, Me entiendes? Raches apendes
Remember me Low-G from the block of rock
Second war with the nine millemeter glock
Keep it endless, stayin friendless
Cali flex the next
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed and the South Park Mex...
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