Audio Push - Reppin' lyrics

I see you reppin' IE now, well
Get yo' ass up i put this on my mom
My niggas and my last cup
I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup
Now we bout to blow, just let
'em know the west is back, yup

Aight now, cut it up to that eight
Let me hear that boom beep bow bam
I'm ridin' round wit' no tint
They tryna see who I am
At first when they was all on me
I was like "Who? Me? Hot damn"
They say "yeah you, boy, Come as You
Are? Ooh wee, that's my jam", yup
It's startin' to get poppin'
It's cameras out when I'm shoppin'
Cops on us cause we smokin', fuck that
You got a lighter in yo' pocket, nigga
I need that, smoke it up, light it, IE hat
Go out and cop it
Skatin' outside, come out and watch it
Posin' ass niggas can't even ollie
Now where yo' favorite rapper? Man
Go find two of him
If you say that we'll lose again
We will find you and win
Rap game Ryu and Ken
Said these niggas is the bomb, I'll nuke 'em
Uppercut 'em, Price, I hit the Hadouken
We hot, I am IE, man, don't speak if you not

I see you reppin' IE now, well
Get yo' ass up i put this on my mom
My niggas and my last cup
I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup
Now we bout to blow, just let
'em know the west is back, yup

Westside, who you wit'? Lose ya shit
Eastside, who you wit'? Lose ya shit
Northside, who you wit'? Lose ya shit
Southside, who you wit'? Lose ya shit
Westside, who you wit'? Lose ya shit
Eastside, who you wit'? Lose ya shit
Northside, who you wit'? Lose ya shit
Southside, who you wit'?

Look, I was nine years old
Ridin' as my momma oldest son
Rappin' every lyric to that Dre Chronic 2001
The bible say that life and death is
In the power of the tongue
So why the rasta pull out gun
It look like I'm supposed to run?
I forget too much, I smoke
A ton, hear these raps, i'm close to none
All I fear is Joseph son
That's Christ, I'm Price
Let me show you sum'
Writin' raps in a Ford Focus
That's where I got my focus from
Now bitches see I'm bout my bread
They throw these kicks and show them buns
Here they come, aw, here we go again
They tryna lurk
Fuck, police at the door again, hide the work
Never thought I'd be signing merch
I'm flyin' first class just to rhyme a verse
I was hustlin', givin' my Uncle Joe ya cash
So I could get double back by the first
Goddamn word to Veggies, everything wavy
You think you slowin' down
My hustle? You crazy
I'm a full G, bitch, you just fugazi
No more handshakes unless you finna pay me
Real shit

I see you reppin' IE now, well
Get yo' ass up i put this on my mom
My niggas and my last cup
I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup
Now we bout to blow, just let
'em know the west is back, yup

Lose ya shit lose ya shit
Lose ya shit lose ya shit