Str8 from the West

Cali Life Style/EIKO/Pebbles

poppakid2

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Hey, what's up?

You got your girl Pebbles in right now.

Got my boy T-Dre and Elko from the foundation on the track doing it big West Coast style.

go bang.

Representing the South, but it's a West Coast thing where we bang and hang and slang on the block and your ass can took it out if you like it or not.

And we love that bomb weed playing what you got.

And if the rats rolling in, then we're shaking the spot.

I be slaying that fucking gay just to make my night.

So relax your mind before your ass gets shot.

I'm with my friends in the pens, and I'm stepping on thin.

How did we take?

Paper to chase Haters get mates Duct tape deraces No doubt puttin' their plates on many raciates

the top of the stack when it comes to hoes low lows flows and straight back g-a-a-m-e-t dray elko freshly

Fitted head to toe.

Money cut, throw, ready to roll.

McAfram, a cooked out bell in the dough.

baby it's so fresh

The pinked out lobes

West Coast where the rich stay froze.

Straight from the West.

What?

Baby, it's so fresh.

and trues and vokes, hoes and penguins out loads, west coast where the rich stay froze.

We set the standards for this West Coast rap.

Well, guess what?

The West Coast rap, we never left, player.

Just stood real quiet until these haters started talking shit and woke up a John.

You can catch me on the block late night serving crimes.

Just keep it on the hush because I gotta stay quiet.

When it comes to the claim, there's rules and regulations.

But you got to pace yourself and learn to be patient.

Don't get caught up by the law.

Put on parole or probation.

Take a silicon.

at yourself and the life you're wasting the time you're facing cause I know your heart be right you better take it how you hear it cause this game I'm late

Around horns and halos Falling angels, G for more stripes In the Cincinnati Bengals

So please stop tripping on me.

I'ma hit these streets regardless, baby.

I live the crazy life when not a day goes by.

We spend sleeping in, get up and go to bed hot.

From the valley of death, where we're tied for a knot.

The only time I lost when I'm sad.

We'll see you next time.

Hey, what's up?

You got your girl Pebbles in right now.

Got my boy T-Dre and Elko from the foundation on the track doing it big West Coast style.

go bang.

Representing the South, but it's a West Coast thing where we bang and hang and slang on the block and your ass can took it out if you like it or not.

And we love that bomb weed playing what you got.

And if the rats rolling in, then we're shaking the spot.

I be slaying that fucking gay just to make my night.

So relax your mind before your ass gets shot.

I'm with my friends in the pens, and I'm stepping on thin.

How did we take?

Paper to chase Haters get mates Duct tape deraces No doubt puttin' their plates on many raciates

the top of the stack when it comes to hoes low lows flows and straight back g-a-a-m-e-t dray elko freshly

Fitted head to toe.

Money cut, throw, ready to roll.

McAfram, a cooked out bell in the dough.

baby it's so fresh

The pinked out lobes

West Coast where the rich stay froze.

Straight from the West.

What?

Baby, it's so fresh.

and trues and vokes, hoes and penguins out loads, west coast where the rich stay froze.

We set the standards for this West Coast rap.

Well, guess what?

The West Coast rap, we never left, player.

Just stood real quiet until these haters started talking shit and woke up a John.

You can catch me on the block late night serving crimes.

Just keep it on the hush because I gotta stay quiet.

When it comes to the claim, there's rules and regulations.

But you got to pace yourself and learn to be patient.

Don't get caught up by the law.

Put on parole or probation.

Take a silicon.

at yourself and the life you're wasting the time you're facing cause I know your heart be right you better take it how you hear it cause this game I'm late

Around horns and halos Falling angels, G for more stripes In the Cincinnati Bengals

So please stop tripping on me.

I'ma hit these streets regardless, baby.

I live the crazy life when not a day goes by.

We spend sleeping in, get up and go to bed hot.

From the valley of death, where we're tied for a knot.

The only time I lost when I'm sad.

We'll see you next time.

Cali Life Style/EIKO/Pebbles

poppakid2

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Hey, what's up?

You got your girl Pebbles in right now.

Got my boy T-Dre and Elko from the foundation on the track doing it big West Coast style.

go bang.

Representing the South, but it's a West Coast thing where we bang and hang and slang on the block and your ass can took it out if you like it or not.

And we love that bomb weed playing what you got.

And if the rats rolling in, then we're shaking the spot.

I be slaying that fucking gay just to make my night.

So relax your mind before your ass gets shot.

I'm with my friends in the pens, and I'm stepping on thin.

How did we take?

Paper to chase Haters get mates Duct tape deraces No doubt puttin' their plates on many raciates

the top of the stack when it comes to hoes low lows flows and straight back g-a-a-m-e-t dray elko freshly

Fitted head to toe.

Money cut, throw, ready to roll.

McAfram, a cooked out bell in the dough.

baby it's so fresh

The pinked out lobes

West Coast where the rich stay froze.

Straight from the West.

What?

Baby, it's so fresh.

and trues and vokes, hoes and penguins out loads, west coast where the rich stay froze.

We set the standards for this West Coast rap.

Well, guess what?

The West Coast rap, we never left, player.

Just stood real quiet until these haters started talking shit and woke up a John.

You can catch me on the block late night serving crimes.

Just keep it on the hush because I gotta stay quiet.

When it comes to the claim, there's rules and regulations.

But you got to pace yourself and learn to be patient.

Don't get caught up by the law.

Put on parole or probation.

Take a silicon.

at yourself and the life you're wasting the time you're facing cause I know your heart be right you better take it how you hear it cause this game I'm late

Around horns and halos Falling angels, G for more stripes In the Cincinnati Bengals

So please stop tripping on me.

I'ma hit these streets regardless, baby.

I live the crazy life when not a day goes by.

We spend sleeping in, get up and go to bed hot.

From the valley of death, where we're tied for a knot.

The only time I lost when I'm sad.

We'll see you next time.

Hey, what's up?

You got your girl Pebbles in right now.

Got my boy T-Dre and Elko from the foundation on the track doing it big West Coast style.

go bang.

Representing the South, but it's a West Coast thing where we bang and hang and slang on the block and your ass can took it out if you like it or not.

And we love that bomb weed playing what you got.

And if the rats rolling in, then we're shaking the spot.

I be slaying that fucking gay just to make my night.

So relax your mind before your ass gets shot.

I'm with my friends in the pens, and I'm stepping on thin.

How did we take?

Paper to chase Haters get mates Duct tape deraces No doubt puttin' their plates on many raciates

the top of the stack when it comes to hoes low lows flows and straight back g-a-a-m-e-t dray elko freshly

Fitted head to toe.

Money cut, throw, ready to roll.

McAfram, a cooked out bell in the dough.

baby it's so fresh

The pinked out lobes

West Coast where the rich stay froze.

Straight from the West.

What?

Baby, it's so fresh.

and trues and vokes, hoes and penguins out loads, west coast where the rich stay froze.

We set the standards for this West Coast rap.

Well, guess what?

The West Coast rap, we never left, player.

Just stood real quiet until these haters started talking shit and woke up a John.

You can catch me on the block late night serving crimes.

Just keep it on the hush because I gotta stay quiet.

When it comes to the claim, there's rules and regulations.

But you got to pace yourself and learn to be patient.

Don't get caught up by the law.

Put on parole or probation.

Take a silicon.

at yourself and the life you're wasting the time you're facing cause I know your heart be right you better take it how you hear it cause this game I'm late

Around horns and halos Falling angels, G for more stripes In the Cincinnati Bengals

So please stop tripping on me.

I'ma hit these streets regardless, baby.

I live the crazy life when not a day goes by.

We spend sleeping in, get up and go to bed hot.

From the valley of death, where we're tied for a knot.

The only time I lost when I'm sad.

We'll see you next time.