Testi musica canzoni

Intro

You can hear it bumpin' through the door,
There's a party jumpin' on the floor,
And the way it soundin' there is no doubt,
That the west coast is in yo' moooouuuttthh.

Verse 1:

It's all gravy, petty cash never phase me
So pull me a shot of 'gnac & purple haze me
I'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazy
Pork rind pays me work that youll never get cuz your lazy
Glock hugga, the hood raised me (Inglewood!)
And she wont be happy till she lays me
No! you never seem to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My names walkin like a street king
Cuz I mixed the hoo-bang thing with the bling-bling
A whole lot of haters out there I see
But I flip em all of and keep doin' my thing
I'm a floss about it with my Inglewood swing
Rocked out from my ear down to my pinky ring
Now ding-ding let the bell ring
and if its drama you want then it drama I bring sing

Chorus

Verse 2:You know this cash is just small potatoes
No names, cuz this is addressed to all the haters
From the wood there is none greater
Mack the headlinin' and y'all just spectators
Remember the "Fo' Life?" i put the 'wood in it
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't
And plus you forgot who was payin' yo bills
Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal
For me y'all be piddly rhymin
You got the hustle game backwards and nickle and dimin'
Both hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'em
And yo' group ain't been heard of past the bottles
I play with 'em on my turf and mingle with my g's
And i got one word to say
What Please?
Chicken walk, y'all ain't nothin but a feather in my wing
And all this hatin' mean I'm doin my thing sing

Chorus

Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night
On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life
Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night
On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life


Verse 3

Now tell me, is it the duece-1's on the Bentley
The lowriders that matchin' is that why you resent me?
That smile on yo face, and act so friendly
Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy
Say Bro? What kind of the game is that?
You got ways of a dame and how lame is that?
Act like a groupie around strange cats
And its strange, you don't have any shame in that
I got yo car playboy and I ain't trippin'
You know me, just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin'
Get through by punches, no name and tippin'
Let it ride on the Harley, and '64 dippin'
Stay real about my screel if you know what I mean
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green
Avoid the haters, and before the party sing
Cop the rock from the D R and make the hood dream sing

Chorus x2

Mack 1 0 hoo-bangin fo life
And i don't quit
Take a picture trick
Yeah, Take a picture trick
It might make you rich
Westside Riders! Baby!
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