FASHAWN - Our Way lyrics

rate me

Cen Cal terrain, soak up game

Where graff writers bomb trains

And poets is smoked out with dope in they veins

Need a toast to the post where we hang

Dialect unmatched

Gotta adapt to the slang that's spoke

A West Coast thing

Out of town niggas get took out the frame

Just for thinkin' every hood's the same

Especially where I'm from

We live by the gun

Put money over bitches, and die over funds

You could lie in the trunk

Or at the blink of an eye get jumped

Can't say we seen it all

But we can say we saw enough

Survive when the times got rough

And the money got low, houses got raided

We was at the park gettin' faded

Not a care in the world

"West Coast in ya area"

"From the streets of the 'No"

"5-5-9" "My birthplace" "L-A"

"Where I'm comin' from"

"The Coast of the Pacific"

Another two days, the sun set, they lose like touche

Too bad, I was off the head like toupees

Got home off two planes, toothaches

To-day, myspace, two-thousand plays

Last call for alcohol's two AM

On a Tuesday night, we was sayin'

Know this our way, LA party crashin'

We from here, y'all talk funny, y'all got the accents

East slopes to the beach, post up each

Every day, new trees, Cali green

Green leafs, weed medicine cards

Streets got eyes in 3D

Still peep, polluted air when I sleep

Fuckin' up the count in my sheep

The far left, I'm part of the next

Shine different, work hard, not gonna bottle the stress

Skate parks jumpin', one-time focus

Young niggas pumpin', hoodrats scopin'

At the bus stop, brothers might slide through dumpin'

Broad daylight outside like "fuck it"

Hood rich, we drive-by in buckets

With chrome 22's on the side, call it stuntin'

Flamboyant young hustlers and

Couch bums who amounted to nothin'

Mouthpiece help me get dough

Out a chick in the mall buyin' fresh clothes

Some broads got burned out

Erica turned 17 and got turned out

That's how we live in the streets of the F

Paranoid so I sleep with a Tec, valley of death

I'm from the Sunshine State, but we livin' in darkness

Be smart, nigga, enter with caution, it's F-C