for givin' advance warnings John Singleton plus the chance at performin' The soul stopper X L Rolling Stone vibe The truth, the lies, the layout in rides For every
Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment In the east or west, microphone grabbin it Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope For
sound sound resonates through the mouth check it out What I say vibrates no less than 9 ways South, South East, West, south west, east North, North east, North west
Ridin' till my dying daze Ridin' till my dying daze Ridin' till my dying daze Ridin' till my dying daze I've been all around the world from the east to the west
I'm searching for So I call upon the voice of experience Give me a sing, Show me an open door A way to rise above every circumstance I want a chance to
anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
mama thinks I've really hit the big time She's written every day since I've been gone She don't know hat 109 East Charlotte is the adress of the West
it Usually ni&&as don?t kno what to do whith their back against the wall so they just start shootin For red or for blue or for blow I guess, from Bankhead
party time East coast west coast down south we don't give a fuck We came to get sweaty in this motherfucker So all the ladies.. all the ladies.. hahahaha Woo! I wish
And you don't wanna sweat, you wanna thug for a man Now, every nigga need a thug girl and miss you're mine I wrote this rhyme just for your kind Now
where it's best. Homesick for the road again, homesick, it's our friend When we're on tour we're at our best, Anywhere; North, South, East or West. We
harbour And filled for him was the ship of fame And every toast that she did drink round him, 'I wish Lord Baker that you were mine.' They made a vow for
big beats down to size And crush 'em like american red ants in france By the thousand, and get a penalty for ruffhousin' Now my wild profile is known east west
call my pacman, yell out that I got that dro', watchin for that po' you can get that Jag for a hundred but I'm givin out the ounces for fo', let a nigga
ass, that?s fine But as for me, im gone! If you see me, and were hangin on the west coast Lets rage, rage, rage Touring all over the east side Lets
to never tip a stripper And I know a lot of y'all want to wish me trouble Went from swanging hoo-doos to a bentley bubble Image is everything, diamonds in every
jokes on me for sure but then wishes and hopes come true for sure it's you for sure, out of the blue for sure it's you for your past rich and poor towards
suppose to be moving like cheese, but they don't Rapping to the D's, so D's can out rush folks Industry like fleas from east to the west coast Overseas