Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Kurupt Yeah rollin with two grips Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips Got two tiny locos ready to take trips Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips But they know what’s crackin ’cause, cause as we huddle They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle West coast gang bang, riders erasin em Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, ’cause! WC Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne? Rick Ross One love to the gangs, but I’m in the thangs Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame Ross The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas Ross. Twista Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz at Chi got two six’s and kings, show me where them killas at Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at Game, where them triggers at? Advisory – the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Kurupt Yeah rollin with two grips Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips Got two tiny locos ready to take trips Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips But they know what’s crackin ’cause, cause as we huddle They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle West coast gang bang, riders erasin em Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, ’cause!
You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty So I keep the smitty’s wit me, shit, how many wit me?
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Rick Ross One love to the gangs, but I’m in the thangs Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame Ross The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas Ross. My purpose is to get the cheese and as westcoasfremix purpose that should defeatin So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin My label tells me I’m greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv Like Eric they think its Eazybut it isnt easy believe me Need to make a room in B.
I let these niggaz live, yes, I saw ’em pull the plug Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell ’em line up While I sit behind team, point westcoastremjx out like a line up. Aim at them fitted caps! Young Dro My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical Cars is improbable, I’m overcomin obstacles Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable Shark meat to Papadough’s, cars be tropical All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not?
Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told me I would grow to be a lighter. Niggaz, we all bleed! From the westside, strivin to dead em Where them killers throw that third letter up Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green Cadillac on blue D’s and a blue T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood?
Daz Dillinger Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew RIP for niggaz who don’t stay true Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fleshin I’m legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster Throwin up two C’s, wit two guns in my holster I’m from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet?
Nas Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga I made rap, one blood, that say I’m signin wit Jigga I got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio Talkin bout how they gon spray, and take me away But I’m the true living, legend, I’m not to be questioned Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression.
Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your ’cause or blood He got the clips, I got the scope, let’s get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let’s get it poppin, nigga Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain’t no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!
Fat Joe All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases Within styrofome You gotta check out. Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me’s Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain’t gotta go overseas to see our rap shit You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds.
New York get the blood money, dirty cash – still sweet We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain’t hot in The building no more The Game Hip-Hop ain’t dead, it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin, no, I’m not Jay-Z Too many niggaz hate me, but they scared to face me This ain’t a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep I’m not an actor, but I’ll show your bitch Big Meat She givin one blood, one love, on dubs thousand the first week I’m a heavy better, I’m a heavy seller Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics.
Jim Jones Intro Uh huh What does this song mean to you? Want em, come get ’em niggaz, y’all know where to get at me Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me You bastards, I’m laughin, bullets stickin in family Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one blood Y’all niggaz know me, haha Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitch. We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!
The Clipse Red rum, red rum such power in the tongue Never in the wildest, was he talkin to them Style on niggaz, but feel it to the numb Japanese thread, brought flavor to these bums Consider me the savior, look what the lord gave ya My celebrated presence like the return of Rayful Frolic in the snow, so playful And revivin the track like we flowin through jumper cables What duo you know get XXL kudos while coppin off Coolio Classic shit we mastered this, left for dead I’m back, I’m Lazareth.
Bun B I’m comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black But when we say what it do, they never say holla back Bun B, the uh, OG like ’95 Air Max Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts Ask the hundreds, it’s doable, I done done it At the summit of rap and I’m watchin you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don’t differ Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!
Advisory – the following lyrics contain explicit language: These niggaz can’t breathe Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggaz that got bullets with names on them! Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch Westcpastremix what you boys gon do to me?
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It’s Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang! Chamillionaire I’m the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don’t gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a millionaire, y’all competin to be competin! I advise you to speed up With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up! All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word Twista Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz at Chi got two six’s and kings, show me where them killas at Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at Game, where them triggers at?