Westside Gunn, Estee Nack - Ritz Barlton lyrics
[Westside Gunn, Estee Nack - Ritz Barlton lyrics]
Ayy, yo, yo, yo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nackman (Nackie Chan, nigga)
You know what I mean?
Bodega to the barber shops (yeah)
Uh huh (I did)
Acid tab for the astronauts (Peligro, nigga)
You got the shit locked, yo (This paper, son)
Son (Yo)
As far as nine in the vest goes
I'm a hooper (Splat)
Locked eyes with bitches and
Then froze like Medusa, yeah
(yeah) they ready to struggle
Chet blow like a hookah (Woah)
Swallow it back to the best
Snow like a boots, crack's Kama Sutra
(Oh, yeah)
Nackman super, money like Mansa Musa (yeah)
Few should poor us, helpin'
Clear the future, fight the feeling
(Skrrt) we out at nightclub hours
See that's the type of chillin' (Nightime)
You know I'ma bring in
More than the eyesight
The villain how he's feeling
(Which one went up?)
Lil' beef motherfuckers, the night is still
Sittin' they ass down just
Like hype children (Fuck outta here)
Bright grill 'em 'bout slice a million
Twin bitches, that means twice Brazilian
(Blah)
Sit on the throne, yo, my name ring (Brring)
Bells en el bajo mundo
They know my name well (Nack)
Survivors came before the fame helped
(Ad-libs) how the motherfuckers in control
Of the game? Tell (yeah)
Break the scale, a mixed powdered brick that
The North can't sell (Woah)
Ayo, iPhone hittin' in the Sheers list
(In the Sheer list)
Walk around with no shirt on in my building
Fifty bucks'll get you stabbed right now
You hear me? (You hear me?)
Not a scuff on my mark, nah
It's lookin' like a million
I'm on the dance floor
Blowin' kisses at your bitch
(At your bitch)
My G-Shock saying I'll be comin' home soon
Dick sucks at the Halfway House
Feel like the Ritz (Feel like the Ritz, ah)
Nackman (Nackie Chan, nigga)
You know what I mean?
Bodega to the barber shops (yeah)
Uh huh (I did)
Acid tab for the astronauts (Peligro, nigga)
You got the shit locked, yo (This paper, son)
Son (Yo)
As far as nine in the vest goes
I'm a hooper (Splat)
Locked eyes with bitches and
Then froze like Medusa, yeah
(yeah) they ready to struggle
Chet blow like a hookah (Woah)
Swallow it back to the best
Snow like a boots, crack's Kama Sutra
(Oh, yeah)
Nackman super, money like Mansa Musa (yeah)
Few should poor us, helpin'
Clear the future, fight the feeling
(Skrrt) we out at nightclub hours
See that's the type of chillin' (Nightime)
You know I'ma bring in
More than the eyesight
The villain how he's feeling
(Which one went up?)
Lil' beef motherfuckers, the night is still
Sittin' they ass down just
Like hype children (Fuck outta here)
Bright grill 'em 'bout slice a million
Twin bitches, that means twice Brazilian
(Blah)
Sit on the throne, yo, my name ring (Brring)
Bells en el bajo mundo
They know my name well (Nack)
Survivors came before the fame helped
(Ad-libs) how the motherfuckers in control
Of the game? Tell (yeah)
Break the scale, a mixed powdered brick that
The North can't sell (Woah)
Ayo, iPhone hittin' in the Sheers list
(In the Sheer list)
Walk around with no shirt on in my building
Fifty bucks'll get you stabbed right now
You hear me? (You hear me?)
Not a scuff on my mark, nah
It's lookin' like a million
I'm on the dance floor
Blowin' kisses at your bitch
(At your bitch)
My G-Shock saying I'll be comin' home soon
Dick sucks at the Halfway House
Feel like the Ritz (Feel like the Ritz, ah)