Текст песни 2001 4dr. Cadillac - Bad Azz
(Feat.
Butch
Cassidy,
Ras
Kass,
Sylk-E.
Fyne)
[Chorus:
Butch
Cassidy]
Up
early
in
the
morn'
(the
morn)
I'm
thinkin'
as
I
yawn
(I
yawn)
What
am
I
gonna
do?
Well
I
should
call
my
crew,
I
call
my
crew
Man
what
a
pretty
day
(pretty
day)
All
the
women
wanna
play
(wanna
play)
But
time
is
movin'
fast
So
I
should
move
my
ass
Come
on
[Bad
Azz]
Come
on,
let's
go,
get
out
Let's
show
'em
what
the
West
Coast
about
The
street
life,
cars
with
switches,
we
live
on
TV
Or
next
to
the
stars
with
riches,
you
couldn't
see
me
Smashin'
in
a
Bentley
Coupe
through
L.B.
In
an
expensive
suit,
you
tell
me
Me
and
Sylk-E.
Fyne,
platinum
on
this
Blaqtoven
beat
And
you're
in
trouble
like
when
you
need
a
gat
to
go
to
sleep
We
hot
nicks
like
Meth
and
Redman,
make
you
Blackout
Back
that
ass
up,
enter
this
and
throw
your
back
out
We
Thug
to
the
Bone
that's
why
I
keep
it
all
'N
Harmony
And
- still
I
rise,
won't
you
come
along
with
me?
Let's
hit
the
streets
and
feel
the
sunshine
I've
been
out
all
day
long
and
I
ain't
even
seen
one-time
Let's
hit
the
beach
and
then
swerve
through
the
Westside
Let's
drink,
toast,
smoke
and
give
it
up
for
the
best
side
[Chorus]
[Sylk-E.
Fyne]
I'm
wakin'
up
early
even
before
the
sun
crack
Up
collectin'
my
paper
in
a
brown
paper
bag,
with
my
nigga
Bad
Purse
fat
with
a
lot
of
cash
While
them
bitches
mad,
we
C-Walk
and
we
smash
Stomp
and
stampede
over
the
emenies
Still
shinin'
and
glistenin',
you
can
catch
me
in
the
streets
With
my
thugs,
hoodstas
and
hustle-ahs
I
love
my
niggaz,
I'm
at
the
club
with
my
niggaz
Cause
it
ain't
my
fault
they
say
I'm
the
bossiest
And
it
ain't
my
fault
me,
Bad
and
Ras
can
floss
our
shit
Ghetto
stars
we
are
own
entourage
We
drive
'em
far,
chauffers
to
roll
our
cars
So
hell
yeah,
Mr.
Bad
I'ma
go
with
ya
From
sunset
to
sunrise
cause
we
them
go-getters
And
at
the
end
of
the
yellow
brick
road
It's
gold
and
platinum,
so
come
on
let's
roll
[Chorus
x2]
[Ras
Kass]
I'm
like
a
walkin'
night
club
Wherever
I
go
we
got
bud
Nigga
want
some
drink?
I
got
a
dub
In
these
L.A.
streets
we
got
love
Big
booty
hoes,
we
got
hugs
You
got
a
motherfuckin'
problem?
- We
got
slugs,
we
got
thugs
Need
a
Romy
on
chrome,
no
place
like
home
Benzes
and
Broughams,
we
all
the
same
like
clones
(Lil',
lil')
Lil'
niggaz
with
big
homes
We
platinum
in
the
streets,
so
the
gettin'
is
good
Be
in
mansions
on
the
hill,
heart
still
livin'
in
the
hood
I'm
a
Watts
baby,
99th
& McKinley
Raised
in
C-arson
so
haters
can
come
and
get
me
Sun
roof,
80
proof,
still
fo'
much
Certain
songs
and
watch
all
the
homies
throw
up
We
bang
different
sets
but
we
all
claim
the
West
Let's
get
rich
nigga,
please,
collect
the
checks
[Butch
Cassidy]
You
don't
want
to
fool
with
us
You
best
be
cool
with
us
Pretty
ladies
we
wanna
fuck
I'll
never
leave
cause
in
the
West
I
trust
You
don't
want
to
fool
with
us
You
best
be
cool
with
us
Pretty
ladies
we
wanna
fuck
I'll
never
leave
cause
in
the
West
I
trust
1 Intro: Da Birth (Born Bad)
2 U Don't Wanna Be Broke
3 Get Yourz Now
4 Ready 2 Bang
5 Streetz Illustrated
6 When Bus Callz (Insert)
7 Personal Business
8 We From The LBC
9 Too Many Choices
10 How We Get Down
11 2001 4dr. Cadillac
12 Money 2 Fold
13 When You See Me
14 Dogghouse Ridaz
15 Don't Wanna Die
16 Life Ain't Never What It Seems To Be
17 Wrong Idea
18 W.B.L.O. (Skit)
19 Life Ain't Hard
20 It's On All Day
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