Текст песни Webb St. - Terayle

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Yeah, 1-2-1-2-1-2-1-2
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Look, West, Uh

Blackin' out like a street top
When the beat drop - won't quit til the beat stop
Terayle got the Juice now - Its Tupac on a detox
Independent my niggas playin', we all winnin
Opposition, them niggas wishin', they all silly
Pour it up and we sippin' it til it's all finished
Layin' women in Lenin and fallin' all in it - guarantee they all wit it - uh
Comin' from the land of the gang-bang
Where they slang thangs and the kids do the same thang
Find a Plain Jane, put her on a plane
Change her mothafuckin life, drop her off, play the same game
Who the realist in the game right now
With the fame right now and on stage right now, baby
Young boy in the building
I was tryna wait but they needed my appearance, you feel me
I'm true to this
Y'all niggas in the same boat
Everybody wanna slang dope
Guarantee any rapper that wanna Jump Around in the House of Pain
I can hang 'em from the same rope
On the track I'm Usain Bolt in a rain coat
With a tank top, and my eyes closed
Spittin fire like a flame-thrower
With the whole mother fuckin rap game strapped to my ankle
Niggas tryna hate though - whoa - shit
Independent, my niggas playin' we know
This is Joyner with a little bitta Cole - uh
Lil Tupac, with a little bitta of soul - uh
Lil K. Dot, with my own little spin
Witta a little bitta Rock N' a little bitta of Roll - uh
Little bit a little new with a lil bitta of old and Im coming for top
Gettin everything I'm owed witta flow of a God
I never spare the rod - I never show facade
I prolly cop a broad - and do a show abroad
And then I hear applause - they applaud, a nigga bona fide
I'm like Superfly mixed with Dolemite
Swallow beats and that's genocide
So don't come against me - that's suicide
Kill My Vibe cause that's homicide
My nigga when I do it big - like a couple mill - then you gon' feel
Like another nigga just got lucky
Heard it back, then you play it twice, then you set it as your ring tone
Shit just got ugly - uh
Stop playin' with me
I been ballin' for years and I ain't claim easy
I came up from the dirt and I don't stain easy
Put my foot on they neck and now they brain leakin'
Ain't no mothafuckin way I'm the same nigga
And I put it on Everybodies
I'm comin' for everybody - I promise you I'm coming with a couple of hitters
A couple of jitters, a couple of moments, you don't wanna miss it
So listen, I can play with the flow
I can speed it up - slow it down - spit it all around
One time for the home town nigga, Moval
Profound, it's prince of the tv screen and the freestyle nigga, whoa
Young Fresh Prince turned Hancock, blow ya chest out
If wanna fuck around with the Suicide Squad
Imma prolly turn Deadshot with the headshot, nigga - uh
Yeah, Gemini Man witta plan, Seven Pounds in my pen
If I put it in my hands
Imma leave a nigga Hitched where he stand - Westside
Throw the dubs up, West coast slang on a nigga
Bang on em, Ghostface, Wu-Tang on a nigga
Insane In The Membrane, Cypress Hill
All these these voices in my head how a psycho feels
The President of Everybodies, I can strike the deal
Federal Reserve how I cycle Mills
And I can win any minute, my Nigga gimme the pennant
The flow is Olympic - I'm swimmin' like I'm Michael Phelps
I'm like fa real, it's quite surreal, I write to kill
So bite the curb or bite the steel
Better never press me - never test me
Cause I can lyrically murder anybody who don't respect me
Showin' love to my young niggas
Pull up and they run with us
They ain't never been afraid so they run with us
I'm hotter than a heat-wok nigga
Get a heat stroke when my heat drop
Nigga finna celebrate
Everybodies in effect - grab a sprite with a little bitta VSOP in it
And grab a backwood - better make it pack good
Pull up to the Eastside nigga
Breakin' through the walls like a sheet rock nigga, -uh
I ride her wave like a beach rock
Prolly Reminiscing on ya broad while my Peacock in it
And you gon CLs when my Pete Rock nigga
Let that beat drop nigga
I got it out the mud, out the roots
Then I made it to the treetop nigga cause I branched out
Nigga never had the sauce, bitch I'm ranched out
Hotter than anybody you hearin' bout
I'm the best out, nigga hands down
Motha fuck a hand out - nigga I'm the fuckin' man now
And this The Intro - nigga y'all don't even know what y'all in for
One time

West
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