Lyrics
, uh. yeah. walk with me west coast, yeah. uh. it's the coast to coast "g" on the check in, yeah. uh. ride. ride. ride. uh. if you ain't up on things, fabolous is the name, street fam is the game, screamin' 718 while them hammers bang, like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca, kick game like i know a little bit of socca, spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas, give them nick names and a little bit of vodka, then i'm game change. you know who got the gold like the kid from "the last dragon", you know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin', you know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin', you know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin', but i fuck bitches, and get money, my truck switches like. errrrr, you got to duck bitches when you get twenties, and plug switches that make you sit funny, i'm a rider. ], if you ain't up on things, (don't come close to me, unless you ride like you supposed to be), if you ain't up on things, (don't come close to me, unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be), if you ain't up on things, (don't come close to me, unless you banging like you supposed to be), if you ain't up on things, (don't come close to me, unless you gangsta like you supposed to be), c'mon. you know its g's up c.o.'s down, if i freeze up its kilos now, pick trees up its 3-4 pounds, fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown, i snatch a few g's up and flea those towns, busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down, i ease up with these 4 pounds, squeeze up to 3-4 rounds, i pick these up its g code now, ya'll better call the d's up before i reload now, i'm "the boss" something like springsteen, i got something that bring green, that look something like string beans, i make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends, white, yellow, and a little something that bling green, we going to blast if we going i been doing, this since jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum, your grandparents has to assume, cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem, ], if you ain't up on things, (don't come close to me, unless you ride like you supposed to be), if you ain't up on things, (don't come close to me, unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be), so my niggas, they get money, throw your motherfucking hand in the air, and if you up on things and you don't give a fuck, let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah, and all my bitches, they get money, throw your motherfucking hand in the air, and if you up on things and you don't give a fuck, let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah, it's the kid with the d. o. double g. after blowing 3-4 dubs of trees, my eyes are below double g's, after sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me, we'll probably go below publically, i'm a coast to coast g i keep the toast to mostly, for those who pose to closely, keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride, from the north to the south to the east to the west, so my niggas, they get money, throw your motherfucking hand in the air, and if you up on things and you don't give a fuck, let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah, and all my bitches, they get money, throw your motherfucking hand in the air, and if you up on things and you don't give a fuck, let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah, uh.
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Artist: fabolous