BLU - The West lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Hey, yeah, go world

How y'all cruising down Weston with them colorful hats

Golden and black, such a lovable match

Rap constable, comfy like bubbles and baths

(???) pu them brown buffles in bags

I'm from the West, my flag got that brown beav on it

Sagged and rocked rags when my folks ain't condone it

When the folks and the stones was opponents

I was posted in my room, staring at the wall

Wishing I was a baller, a little bit taller

Now I'm a 6'4" and want a 6'4 Impala

System serving the city, city staining walls

Think a bout my father when I look at that revolver

(Verse)

Peelin' off creamshaw, cripple with cost

Credit in the vaults, being be, be the boss

Trying not to floss the hot sause

Or the hogging daws hopping Impala at me, Maverick

Personality swag on. Burning half trojans on the Trojan cow

Orange juice symptoms, thinkin' I'm gonna merc that

Circle back, i see that she bend it, she kinda bad

Please don't let your boy teller I hop in the back

Keep the chrome strapped under both seats

Like my OG Cross Streets put the heat back

What this s'pose to be, huh, rollin' through the drive in

Scared with molokin', niggas wasn't s'pose to be back there

The west!

(West Coast blowing up)

(Verse)

Sittin' off, flossing for the vision of bread

Seas on my head like the Cincinnati Reds

It's normal, I've been like this since I've seen the feds

Change they get up and they end up in they head

I call mad just to get to some meds

Cough flag, cough red, gang breed to the head

Same thing the D-Neds, now I'm stranded on the Weston

Like the Weston with the (???) bold sweater, yorders lookin' at my gestures

Chick is all pepper cause you knwe that I was all sweater

Falls a regular, but I'm a G, I do what I love

(???) 's a G too, I met her once

She told me when all the West Africans stayed here

They tied her up

Years ago, there's a child born, flesh and blood

Called the Bloochers to prove the West Won!

(Outro)

You know why?

Cause I been around