The West Lyrics

Hey yo, cruising down west with them colorful hats

Golden, that black, such a lovable match

The rap constable, comfy like bubbles in baths

Was with the pudding brown, duffels and bags

I'm from the west, my flag got that brown bear on it

Sagged and racked rags when my folks don't condone it

When the folks in the storms was opponents I was posting in my room

Staring at the wall, wishing I was a baller, a little bit taller

Now I'm 6'4, I want a 64 impala

System serving the city, city staining walls up

Thinking about my father when I look at that revolver

Nigga, hey, yo, peeling off the?

Bb be the boss

I'm trying not to floss the hog sauce?

Mad personality swag on

Finna have trojans on the trojan cap

Oj simpson, thinking I'mma merk that

Circle back, I seen her, she bendy, she kinda bad

And she don't know your boy

Tell her hop in the back, I keep the chrome strapped

Under both seats like my og

Cold streets, put the heat back where it's supposed to be

Rolling through the drive-in, stay, we pull up

Where niggas wasn't supposed to be back then

The west

Sitting on, flossing for the fish and the bread

Seas on my head like the cincinnati bread

Fucking niggas on my business like they feds

I'm like?

I call mad just to get to some meds

Call flare, cough red, gangrene to the head

?

Chick was all peppered 'cause she knew I sweat her

If I was a regular

But I'm a g, I do that letter up

Got me some g2, I met her once

She told me when all the west africans stay in here

They chatter up

Gave her gold as a child born, flesh and blood

Call them? to prove

The west won