Young Maylay - West Coast Freestyle | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Young Maylay]

West coast Pro bowl
Roll with the tro' blow
Smokin' in the four door
Knowin' the po' scopin'
Throwin' up the logo
Cold in slow motion
Supposin', that's why the hoes [???] clothes is on (what's the slow?)
Specific division exquisite edition
Rap by hour on twin towers will catch us detention
Half of these rappers is cowards, they never been in the system
WAKE YOUR PUNK ASS UP, nigga you trippin'
In it like the senate, certified authentic
CA sports, bangin' in a minute
And LA the true blue the cherry flame fitted
Better know who's who cause every gang ain't quittin'
I'm saluting all the troops hanging pac 10 penants, huh
Buckle your vest, cause here come the West
It's Young Maylay and the R-i-double-f-s
No stopping this, regardless servin' them marvelin'
It's like a fat ass drunk kicking hard guitar lifts
Shaking up the roof, tell them truth is off the meter
Woofers get to rumblin', bumpin' peakin' the tweeters, huh
Sounds pumpin', shakin' everything from the ground up
Cali earthquake gonna make the whole ground jump
It's worth takin', if you talkin' the right shit
Suburban stakes, big skates on a tight rip, huh
Rims, tires, higher and higher
Pass them bars, keep thinkin' the inside on fire
When I'm cheefin' the cheefer, blowin' the reefer, huh
In the Hemi, the Hemi, ya hear me?
Watch the 300c G', nigga Bentley
Think they're doors is the coldest, sold the fan blade
5 inch lifting sittin' [???] in band aids
Off it again, coughin' the flim
Crawl in the crosswalk flossin' all of the rim
Small time grinding but ballin' to win
Trying to survive but niggas all in the pen, gotta call up the ends
Prison system, segregated courts
High speed chasin' is a spectator sport
Known for low lows, best hoes and bong, yay
The only thing you hear about west is Kanye
Come on, man, this is for the west coast now

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