Eligh and DJ.Fresh - WESTBOUND lyrics
[Eligh and DJ.Fresh - WESTBOUND lyrics]
One the two the three the four the five
Me and DjFresh we bonafide
If they say we never work, they lied
Go to church and find yourself a god
God can help you find your way to truth
Truth can help you pry a part the eye
Stuck between your temples and your pride
Pride and prejudice can you killed
Filled with fluid leaking out your grill
I prefer the humbleness to build
Rather than the ego and pills
We collaborate to makе it great
Travel with my mates from statе to state
We collect the cake and bake the fakes
Kill ‘em, ditch em, leave em bottom lake
Contemplate without the thinking cap
Too much thinking no good for the slap
Slaps they come from heart and soul, a fact
Intuition I can feel it in
My gut when I erupt
To bring the thunder down the
Mountain quaking earth and such
You can sit there rolling up the Dutch
I can touch the sky without
The weed I must proceed
We live for this, we give a shit
Spit fire kill bury bones underground
Cyclone in the Soundwave’s murder all clowns
I’m a crow
And I’m sideways rolling through town
From the road, to the highways
Headed westbound
Spit fire kill bury bones underground
Cyclone in the Soundwave’s murder all clowns
I’m a crow
And I’m sideways rolling through town
From the road, to the highways
Headed westbound
Westcoast westcoast
Westcoast westcoast
Operatic when I spit it
Watermelon when I split heads
Gallagher gotta get it
Hammer time, leave the stage red
Bloody bladder when I’m pissy
Sober though, not from drink bro
I’m commanding all attention
When I grab that mic pole
Bench press style choppin up
Chopper chipper with the energy
Energetic get it from the crowd
If they don’t give it I got it free
God is my mutha fuckin battery
I don’t really need any flattery
If they don’t give it I got it free
God is my fuckin battery
Spit fire kill bury bones underground
Cyclone in the Soundwave’s murder all clowns
I’m a crow
And I’m sideways rolling through town
From the road, to the highways
Headed westbound
Spit fire kill bury bones underground
Cyclone in the Soundwave’s murder all clowns
I’m a crow
And I’m sideways rolling through town
From the road, to the highways
Headed westbound
Westcoast westcoast
Westcoast westcoast
Me and DjFresh we bonafide
If they say we never work, they lied
Go to church and find yourself a god
God can help you find your way to truth
Truth can help you pry a part the eye
Stuck between your temples and your pride
Pride and prejudice can you killed
Filled with fluid leaking out your grill
I prefer the humbleness to build
Rather than the ego and pills
We collaborate to makе it great
Travel with my mates from statе to state
We collect the cake and bake the fakes
Kill ‘em, ditch em, leave em bottom lake
Contemplate without the thinking cap
Too much thinking no good for the slap
Slaps they come from heart and soul, a fact
Intuition I can feel it in
My gut when I erupt
To bring the thunder down the
Mountain quaking earth and such
You can sit there rolling up the Dutch
I can touch the sky without
The weed I must proceed
We live for this, we give a shit
Spit fire kill bury bones underground
Cyclone in the Soundwave’s murder all clowns
I’m a crow
And I’m sideways rolling through town
From the road, to the highways
Headed westbound
Spit fire kill bury bones underground
Cyclone in the Soundwave’s murder all clowns
I’m a crow
And I’m sideways rolling through town
From the road, to the highways
Headed westbound
Westcoast westcoast
Westcoast westcoast
Operatic when I spit it
Watermelon when I split heads
Gallagher gotta get it
Hammer time, leave the stage red
Bloody bladder when I’m pissy
Sober though, not from drink bro
I’m commanding all attention
When I grab that mic pole
Bench press style choppin up
Chopper chipper with the energy
Energetic get it from the crowd
If they don’t give it I got it free
God is my mutha fuckin battery
I don’t really need any flattery
If they don’t give it I got it free
God is my fuckin battery
Spit fire kill bury bones underground
Cyclone in the Soundwave’s murder all clowns
I’m a crow
And I’m sideways rolling through town
From the road, to the highways
Headed westbound
Spit fire kill bury bones underground
Cyclone in the Soundwave’s murder all clowns
I’m a crow
And I’m sideways rolling through town
From the road, to the highways
Headed westbound
Westcoast westcoast
Westcoast westcoast
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