Bad Azz, Sylk-E. Fyne, Ras Kass, Butch Cassidy - 2001 4dr. Cadillac lyrics
[Bad Azz, Sylk-E. Fyne, Ras Kass, Butch Cassidy - 2001 4dr. Cadillac lyrics]
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 ass come on
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 LB
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 ass 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
I'm wakin' up early even before the sun crack
Up collectin' my paper in a brown paper bag
With my nigga Bad
Purse fat with a lot of cash
While them bitches 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 niggas
I'm at the club with my niggas
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 shit
Ghetto stars we are own entourage
We drive 'em far, chauffers to roll our cars
So hell yeah, Mr bad I'mma 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
I'm like a walkin' night club
Wherever I go we got bud
Nigga want some drink? I got a dub
In these LA streets we got love
Big booty hoes, we got hugs
You got a motherfuckin' 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' niggas 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 nigga, please
Collect the checks
You don't want to fool with us
You best be cool with us
Pretty ladies we wanna fuck
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 fuck
I'll never leave cause in the West I trust
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 ass come on
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 LB
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 ass 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
I'm wakin' up early even before the sun crack
Up collectin' my paper in a brown paper bag
With my nigga Bad
Purse fat with a lot of cash
While them bitches 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 niggas
I'm at the club with my niggas
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 shit
Ghetto stars we are own entourage
We drive 'em far, chauffers to roll our cars
So hell yeah, Mr bad I'mma 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
I'm like a walkin' night club
Wherever I go we got bud
Nigga want some drink? I got a dub
In these LA streets we got love
Big booty hoes, we got hugs
You got a motherfuckin' 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' niggas 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 nigga, please
Collect the checks
You don't want to fool with us
You best be cool with us
Pretty ladies we wanna fuck
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 fuck
I'll never leave cause in the West I trust