Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leftside, artist - Audio Push. Album song 90951, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Good Vibe Tribe
Song language: English
Leftside |
Success is the greatest revenge for fake friends |
That don’t want to see you ballin' in a Benz |
You ever bossed up? |
Then you know just what this is |
I had to make the soundtrack for everytime we win |
I make 'em say, this one for my side baby this for my coast |
Almost everyone I know is doing dirt, dope or both |
The temp on a hunnid, my team on a hunnid |
The Inland Empire is the village and we run it |
Look Malibu to Venice, 10 East to Coachella |
Where the women get tan and the weed get better |
Through R-I-A-L-T dot O, that’s for sure |
If that’s too much baby call it the Toe, bounce |
California nights with the top down |
You need California nights with the top down |
Say wassup, whole city know we hot now |
Don’t come around when we up if you was not down |
Touchdown, J rolled pretty when I land |
Other half on the rival don’t play stupid I ain’t playin' |
Need the bass and the clap |
Give me weed, give me dab |
California, the home of the slap |
Only |
On the leftside of the map |
Them pretty girls get live where we at |
We get the money and we slide where we at |
Them real niggas certified where we at |
Only on the leftside of the map |
She pull up and get it live where we at |
We get the money and we slide where we at |
Them real niggas certified where we at |
Only on the leftside of the map |
Leftside, westside, best side that’s where I be |
Like B-I-G is to Bed-Stuy, bitch I am the king |
Home of low-lows and scrapers |
Eat at Carrie’s or Bakers |
D.A. |
pull out them papers |
Watch killers turn into fakers |
I still rock with the Lakers, 24 on my jersey |
Where I’m from, niggas feel like they won when they see 30 |
They killed Hefty and his 9 years old son, these streets is dirty |
Mama’s cryin' and worryin' |
Lord help 'em and hurry |
These niggas is bendin' corners and thinkin' 'bout diplomas |
California liquor store, drinkin' Arizona |
Get the gas from the dope spot, papers from the smoke shop |
Rock my Vans low top I bet I never go pop |
Yeah, yeah bitch you know I’m Westside connected, yeah yeah |
I’ll get my life before you snatch my necklace |
I’m born in Californ, IE I rep it every day |
I don’t listen to your music cause it’s all the same |
My words be pissing rappers off I feel like Charlamagne |
Real nigga role call bet they don’t call your name |
909 and 951 we in the all of fame |
You can catch me |
On the leftside of the map |
Them pretty girls get live where we at |
We get the money and we slide where we at |
Them real niggas certified where we at |
Only on the leftside of the map |
She pull up and get it live where we at |
We get the money and we slide where we at |
Them real niggas certified where we at |
Only on the leftside of the map |