DOM KENNEDY - From the Westside With Love lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY - From the Westside With Love lyrics]
Ayy yeah
Thinking 'bout Hussle, everyday I miss him
That therapy is cool, but it will not fix him
Raised Catholic
Learned to embrace opposition
I couldn't dare leave the fam without
A pot to piss in
All that slick hating I turned to motivation
Room in the private suite
I got two friends waiting
Never skip a payment, Baccarat the fragrance
I couldn't buy a house in Georgia, man
Them people racist
I love Atlanta though, been through Orlando
South Carolina, Bojangles, get it to go
I'm fifty a show and fifty is low
Cop took me to county when he found the pole
Ten bands later, DA let it go
I'm sitting in a cell like
What if I was broke?
Twelve hours later I was riding dubs
Tell Eric Garcetti, "I did it with love"
I did it with love i did it with love
I'm not superstitious, all my co-defendants
Down to fuck over whoever go against us
All I know is get it, women photogenic
Monolithic in depth, I got a good feeling
I'm just doing God's work
Watching Nas work
Still got love for the game
I'm a student first
Maybe I'll get married, shit
And break the curse
Have you ever had to sign a hundred shirts?
I really don't be tryna charge for a verse
I do this shit so easy, sometime it hurt
I could make a fortune wit' your lunch money
You just gotta tell me what you want from me
The big homie Tweet built the low-low truck
'57 Bel-Air so you know what's up
Isaiah like Mustard if I do recall
I'll be drinking Rosé on the day I fall
With all my family pictures all over the hall
Some ganja in the air, playing Peter Tosh
I Uber Eats Hungry Joe's for the jerk
I hope this statement follow me to the dirt
From the Westside with love yah
With love, with love (What up Oose?)
Thinking 'bout Hussle, everyday I miss him
That therapy is cool, but it will not fix him
Raised Catholic
Learned to embrace opposition
I couldn't dare leave the fam without
A pot to piss in
All that slick hating I turned to motivation
Room in the private suite
I got two friends waiting
Never skip a payment, Baccarat the fragrance
I couldn't buy a house in Georgia, man
Them people racist
I love Atlanta though, been through Orlando
South Carolina, Bojangles, get it to go
I'm fifty a show and fifty is low
Cop took me to county when he found the pole
Ten bands later, DA let it go
I'm sitting in a cell like
What if I was broke?
Twelve hours later I was riding dubs
Tell Eric Garcetti, "I did it with love"
I did it with love i did it with love
I'm not superstitious, all my co-defendants
Down to fuck over whoever go against us
All I know is get it, women photogenic
Monolithic in depth, I got a good feeling
I'm just doing God's work
Watching Nas work
Still got love for the game
I'm a student first
Maybe I'll get married, shit
And break the curse
Have you ever had to sign a hundred shirts?
I really don't be tryna charge for a verse
I do this shit so easy, sometime it hurt
I could make a fortune wit' your lunch money
You just gotta tell me what you want from me
The big homie Tweet built the low-low truck
'57 Bel-Air so you know what's up
Isaiah like Mustard if I do recall
I'll be drinking Rosé on the day I fall
With all my family pictures all over the hall
Some ganja in the air, playing Peter Tosh
I Uber Eats Hungry Joe's for the jerk
I hope this statement follow me to the dirt
From the Westside with love yah
With love, with love (What up Oose?)