East Coast REMIX (REMIX)

A$AP Ferg, Busta Rhymes, A$AP Rocky, Dave East2017年8月20日

歌詞

East Coast (東海岸) (REMIX) - A$AP Ferg/Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/A$AP Rocky/Dave East

Written by:Darold Brown/Khalil Abdul-Rahman/Samuel Barsh/Altariq Crapps/Rakim Mayers/David Brewster/Karim Kharbouch/William Roberts/Calvin Broadus/Trevor Smith

Run it up run it up run it up run it up remix

F**k that sh*t we get turnt 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

 

This that East Coast motherf**ker

Call me Mr. East Coast motherf**ker

Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick yo

Y'all already know that I don't gotta talk

Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it

Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill 'em

And I gotta hit 'em

Yes you know a ni**a gotta beat 'em stupid

Only got 41 seconds just to give a ni**a sh*t

Every second b**ch I gotta use it

Some wet a ni**a bluer and I cannot

Grab the microphone

And not make a motherf**ker lose it

And I make niggas jump in the back

Niggas up she in the back of the truck

Lil' mommy wanna f**k and she really wanna suck

When I finish with it

Then we go in the back of the club

And we do this sh*t again my ni**a pronto

Bip de boo da badda beat it like a bongo

Banging on the p**sy like a ni**a named Alonzo

Head game crazy that ni**a the head honcho

Mad because I took his b**ch

And now he thinks he macho

 

Somebody better call the cops yo

'Fore we run up the side that niggas lil' condo

Put him in a box so the ni**a in a cargo cargo cargo

Shut a ni**a down fake b**ch

Throw a bottle at ya shut a ni**a mouth break sh*t

Come and follow me stand up on the couch chick chick

Let us wallow niggas know we're in the house trick trick

East Coast Ni**a

10031 is where my zip is

Livin' how I live up in the trenches

Run through a boat like I ain't got riches

Run through a boat like I ain't got come on

Don't do it for the haters

I do it for the b**ches

My flow Al Qaeda I kill rap niggas

Ya'll now and later and sweet a** niggas

Soon as you get famous they wanna a** kiss

Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse JAY Z

I get a feeling they want the old Ferg

Coc*ine Castle

Hood Pope Ferg

Got a question to ask do you know Ferg

Do you know that I come from where the toast burn

New York New York I run through dirt

On Hungry Ham I bought a corner

Fiends taste the lean they never sober

For being in the streets to run a culture

I never been in the weave I had hoes brah

Who's that jiggy motherf**ker with the flows brah

I'm finna kill these motherf**kers with the flow brah

I'm the best in the game with the flow brah

In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia

I love the East but shoutout to every coast brah

South to North and even West Coast brah

Blackin' like I'm fresh out from retirement

My flow still monumental

Mental couldn't ride an instrumental

But they ridin' dick

I set the standard for requirements

So call the firemen

Just me myself and I the world is mine

I put the I in his

His posse too clean his diamonds like tip

His skin too clear his b**ch gon' stare

So mind your biz

How they find the time for money mine

I find these college chicks

For top with Kylie's lips

Oh my oh my running

 

Running running like you want it running

Running running like you stole it running

Running running like I'm going woo

Running pitching like I'm bowling woo

In my city gangs run the inner city

Load a semi for the Chiddy Bang

Flacko Fergie Frenchie with the bitties

Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

Lately I feel like a Beatle

I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino

Moscato or Pinot

I got some b**ches to hop in the Regal

Phenomenal deep throat

I'm more Ali than Muhammad

My noodles was Ramen go Google my diamonds

I got some shooters in college

I feel like a coach I'm recruiting and signing

Look I still be moving in silence

I'm ballin' in blue like I'm hooping in Dallas

 

B**ch I don't play for no Mavericks

You need to think who gon' pay for your casket

Ignorant bastard

But I'm still precious enough

To give hope to the masses

Watch the coke do gymnastics

Dominique Hawkins foreign car when I'm mashin'

Chain busting it down wrist busting it down

 

Your b**ch busting it down game up f**king it now

 

I could be a jeweler neck I slick the ruler

 

You niggas is comedy

Talking fast like Bone Thugs N Harmony

KRS One Big L flows

Son of a gun with the Buffalo

Head on my wrist is a P1

Made more money than E1

One time Chinx two time Yams Yams

Get the money slide like a violin

You know my ni**a Max almost home

You know we run the East Coast zone ni**a Maybach Music

In the kitchen culinary I could whip a Bloody Mary

And I wish that blood did dent me

I'ma get your brother burried

Gangbanging with your halo business on the payphone

B**ches pussies drying up like Taz's Angels

Never was a client 'cause that boy ain't buying it

And I got a bottom b**ch my top come on consignment

Step up from the minor league double M the dynasty

No I never sold d**e I just got me a finder's fee

Following my frequency niggas rapping weak to weak

Suckers be so weak to me text but don't speak to me

You can never speak for me see the B.I. chemistry

Check into the crazy house I'ma turn the labels out

Run it up run it up run it up run it up

Run it up run it up run it up run it up remix

F**k that sh*t we get turnt 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

 

This that East Coast motherf**ker

But I know this West Coast Snoop Dogg

10 20 was my date of birth the day I came to Earth

Bottles sipping love the birth

Young ni**a that's doing dirt

Long Beach across my shirt

All y'all niggas gon' get merked

What the f**k is you talking 'bout

Me and Ferg we gon' put in work

Bang on ya' gang culture out of this world

It's all on a b**ch is she a Blood

Is she a Crip

Don't slip think not on the block where it's hot

Legalize with the nines give a f**k about a cop

Real sh*t this is it from the bottom to the Bay

This is anybody K California all day

Yes sir on the curb Mossberg by the band

Little homies on the roof with the blam blam blam

 

Long Beach popping pill on 'em

I been working so hard ni**a get your bale on

I been working so hard niggas put the sales on

I been working so hard

Welcome to the hellzone zone

See I'm from Long Beach

Run it up run it up run it up run it up

Run it up run it up run it up run it up remix

F**k that sh*t we get turnt 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

See I'm from Long Beach

This that East Coast motherf**ker

California motherf**ker

 

See I'm from Long Beach

Call me Mr. East Coast motherf**ker

West Coast

 

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