Songtexte EDDIE BAUER - Westside Gunn

Ayo, we ran the spots, had to rain the shots, crack pots (grrt)
Still had the hammers hot (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Blow out your candle, my shower shoes Louis sandals (ah)
Peace, Lord, drop the razors at Diego's spot
My shooter got his face stuck in a yayo block (sniff)
Face numb, spray drum since day one (grrt)
Take you off this Earth from under the sun (grrt)
Rib shot make him do a somersault (boom, boom, boom)

Scratch the serial numbers off
My rich fiend tryna buy another jaw
Pay my shooter for a body, killed two more by mistake
Orderin' Pharrell Moët bottles by the case (whoo)
Pour it on the ground for Chine Gunn, Bakin, Dip, Pric
Veno, my wrist weigh a kilo, this dope in your needle (ah)
I'm hope for the people, my Prada top see-through
Rude boy, but I got manners, Chanel fishin' boots
Waterproof, jump a ambush, 10K, you could vanish

Handguns with bananas, vanna White vials, we foul (grrt)
Hit the wrong van, you gon' fall out
Chump change, I bought the mall out
Fingers smell like Donna Karen
Had 'em on the West, it's my dick and I ain't sharin'
She ain't no Cara Miller comin' in a hour
Kicked the K out the house, proceeded to the shower
Then I got a weird-ass text from Eddie Bauer
Said, "Yo, Cara my bitch, I gotta down you"