Declaime, M.E.D., Rasco - Westcoastwildside lyrics

West coast wild style with my homies

Yo flash the camera rasco be here to slam ya
CA number one, get the job done
Nothing, but the finest
Oh No's the man behind this
Prime time floss, paying the cost
Still i'm the boss and you niggas is lost
Anytime you want to box we be ready to toss
Blows swing nose like i'm killing the shows
Right up in the front rows
With the fine ass hoes stacking the dough
Ready to laugh like a champ
Tighting the clamp to revamp that camp
Sign to seal for real for them bills
And what does it mean if
You ain't got no skills? You niggas kill me
Screamin' that you don't feel me
We be ready to rush so let's bust
Straight from the heart
My arts spark the mental
Ras be the man to crush your whole dental

West Coast Wild Style with this mic check
We soul brothers got shit on deck
No frills, Louieville with this ill dialect
Worlwide takeover when we on the set
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Shhhhh shhhh
Listen, you can hear this nigga's heartpound
Wanna take the fast way to the top
Got lost in battlegrounds
We mess No for puttin' it down
Sounds then a illest form for fleshwarp
Alot mics that's all that
What you frontin' on
Your hear me bumpin' on 15-2 amps
Colors and Cadillac 20 Gold D's
That shines put it front to back
I'm 'bout to snap
So now my rap is predictible
Why let 'em go like crabs?
Foes is breaking yo pockets and back
All black
Foe whish up for a combat, sharpen up skills
While rappers practice
They crossover like the Grand Hill
That's why i'm still treatin' niggas
Like paint to pill
Lyrically? and trilogy for dolla bills
Home to bet the sky'll fall
Within all costs chaos and Hell'll cause
Cost with? Lip boss? Case soft
You whack emcees better shake dogs
Oughta shakin' off your friend's
Heart with lyrics that's soft that's
Why you fallin' off!

West Coast Wild Style with this mic check
We soul brothers got shit on deck
No frills, Louieville with this ill dialect
Worlwide takeover when we on the set
Mic check (Mic check) 1-2 Mic check
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Listens dun by this poet you know it to be
My City P bombrush to yo face
You gets a mush bad beats I do lust
Must I straight go to the ill-minimo?
Before, niggas leavin' a mini
Cold stationary ass reverb neck deep
So that all the weak sleep
They come as leaders
Warriors ready to battle at an hour
Overpower?cowards? To your ears
Like acid rain too late
I'm lockin' down in the underground I found
My true identity rest in me this is me a mad
Motherfucker on the microphone
With niggas must I grown
To get my life shown and gets
Flowin' when I find the one two
Whos crew wanna step up to my crew my crew!

West Coast Wild Style with this mic check
We soul brothers got shit on deck
No frills, Louieville with this ill dialect
Worlwide takeover when we on the set
Mic check (Mic check) 1-2 Mic check
Worlwide takeover when we on the set
(When we on the set)