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Feat Butch Cassidy Ras Kass Sylk E Fyne

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 a*s

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 a*s 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

Sylk E Fyne

I'm wakin' up early even before the sun crack

Up collectin' my paper in a brown paper bag with my n***a Bad

Purse fat with a lot of cash

While them b***hes 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 n***az I'm at the club with my n***az

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 s**t

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

Ras Kass

I'm like a walkin' night club

Wherever I go we got bud

N***a want some drink I got a dub

In these L A streets we got love

Big booty h*es we got hugs

You got a motherf**kin' 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' n***az 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 n***a please collect the checks

Butch Cassidy

You don't want to fool with us

You best be cool with us

Pretty ladies we wanna f**k

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 f**k

I'll never leave cause in the West I trust