Audio Push - Leftside lyrics
[Audio Push - Leftside lyrics]
Success is the greatest revenge
For fake friends
That don't want to see you ballin' in a Benz
You ever bossed up? Then you
Know just what this is
I had to make the soundtrack
For everytime we win i make 'em say
This one for my side baby this for my coast
Almost everyone I know is doing dirt
Dope or both
The temp on a hunnid, my team on a hunnid
The Inland Empire is the village
And we run it
Look Malibu to Venice, 10 East to Coachella
Where the women get tan and
The weed get better
Through R-IA-L T dot O, that's for sure
If that's too much baby call it the Toe
Bounce california nights with the top down
You need California nights with the top down
Say wassup, whole city know we hot now
Don't come around when we up
If you was not down
Touchdown, J rolled pretty when I land
Other half on the rival don't
Play stupid I ain't playin'
Need the bass and the clap
Give me weed, give me dab
California, the home of the slap only
On the leftside of the map
Them pretty girls get live where we at
We get the money and we slide where we at
Them real niggas certified where we at
Only on the leftside of the map
She pull up and get it live where we at
We get the money and we slide where we at
Them real niggas certified where we at
Only on the leftside of the map
Leftside, westside
Best side that's where I be
Like B-IG is to Bed-Stuy, bitch I am the king
Home of low-lows and scrapers
Eat at Carrie's or Bakers
DA pull out them papers
Watch killers turn into fakers
I still rock with the Lakers, 24 on my jersey
Where I'm from
Niggas feel like they won when they see 30
They killed Hefty and his 9 years old son
These streets is dirty
Mama's cryin' and worryin'
Lord help 'em and hurry
These niggas is bendin' corners
And thinkin' 'bout diplomas
California liquor store, drinkin' Arizona
Get the gas from the dope spot
Papers from the smoke shop
Rock my Vans low top I bet I never go pop
Yeah, yeah bitch you know
I'm Westside connected, yeah, yeah
I'll get my life before
You snatch my necklace
I'm born in Californ, IE I rep it every day
I don't listen to your music
Cause it's all the same
My words be pissing rappers off
I feel like Charlamagne
Real nigga role call bet they
Don't call your name
909 and 951 we in the all of fame
You can catch me
On the leftside of the map
Them pretty girls get live where we at
We get the money and we slide where we at
Them real niggas certified where we at
Only on the leftside of the map
She pull up and get it live where we at
We get the money and we slide where we at
Them real niggas certified where we at
Only on the leftside of the map
For fake friends
That don't want to see you ballin' in a Benz
You ever bossed up? Then you
Know just what this is
I had to make the soundtrack
For everytime we win i make 'em say
This one for my side baby this for my coast
Almost everyone I know is doing dirt
Dope or both
The temp on a hunnid, my team on a hunnid
The Inland Empire is the village
And we run it
Look Malibu to Venice, 10 East to Coachella
Where the women get tan and
The weed get better
Through R-IA-L T dot O, that's for sure
If that's too much baby call it the Toe
Bounce california nights with the top down
You need California nights with the top down
Say wassup, whole city know we hot now
Don't come around when we up
If you was not down
Touchdown, J rolled pretty when I land
Other half on the rival don't
Play stupid I ain't playin'
Need the bass and the clap
Give me weed, give me dab
California, the home of the slap only
On the leftside of the map
Them pretty girls get live where we at
We get the money and we slide where we at
Them real niggas certified where we at
Only on the leftside of the map
She pull up and get it live where we at
We get the money and we slide where we at
Them real niggas certified where we at
Only on the leftside of the map
Leftside, westside
Best side that's where I be
Like B-IG is to Bed-Stuy, bitch I am the king
Home of low-lows and scrapers
Eat at Carrie's or Bakers
DA pull out them papers
Watch killers turn into fakers
I still rock with the Lakers, 24 on my jersey
Where I'm from
Niggas feel like they won when they see 30
They killed Hefty and his 9 years old son
These streets is dirty
Mama's cryin' and worryin'
Lord help 'em and hurry
These niggas is bendin' corners
And thinkin' 'bout diplomas
California liquor store, drinkin' Arizona
Get the gas from the dope spot
Papers from the smoke shop
Rock my Vans low top I bet I never go pop
Yeah, yeah bitch you know
I'm Westside connected, yeah, yeah
I'll get my life before
You snatch my necklace
I'm born in Californ, IE I rep it every day
I don't listen to your music
Cause it's all the same
My words be pissing rappers off
I feel like Charlamagne
Real nigga role call bet they
Don't call your name
909 and 951 we in the all of fame
You can catch me
On the leftside of the map
Them pretty girls get live where we at
We get the money and we slide where we at
Them real niggas certified where we at
Only on the leftside of the map
She pull up and get it live where we at
We get the money and we slide where we at
Them real niggas certified where we at
Only on the leftside of the map