Bad Azz - 2001 4 Dr. Cadillac lyrics
rate meChorus: Butch Cassidy] Up early in the morn', the morn I'm drinking as I yawn, as I yawn What am I gonna do Well I should call my crew, I call my crew Man what a pretty day, pretty day All the women wanna play, to play But time is moving fast So I should move my ass [Bad Azz] Come on let's go get out Let's show 'em what the West Coast's about Street life, cars with switches we live on tv's Or next to the stars with riches you couldn't see me Smashin' in a Bentley coupe through L.B. In an expensive suit you tell me Me and Sylk-E. Fyne platinum on this Blaqtoven beat And you're in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleep We hot nicks like Meth and Redman make you black out Back that ass up, get to this and throw your back out We thug to the bone that's why I keep it all in harmony And still I rise, won't you come along with me Let's hit the streets and feel the sunshine I've been out all day long and I ain't even seen one time Let's hit the beach then swerve through the West side Let's drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side [Chorus] [Sylk-E. Fyne] I'm waking up early even before the sun crack Up collecting my paper in a brown paper bag with my nigga Bad Purse fat with a lot of cash While them bitches mad, we C Walk and we smash Stomp and stampede over the emenies Still shining and glistening you can catch me in the streets With my thugs, hoodstas and hustle-ahs I love my niggaz I'm at the club with my niggaz cause it ain't my fault they say I'm the bossiest And it ain't my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shit Ghetto stars we're our own entourage We drive 'em far, cha
