Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The West, artist - Blu. Date of issue: 18.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The West |
| Ayo, crusin' down Western with them colourful hats |
| Gold and that black such a lovable match |
| The rap huxtable, comfy like bubbles and baths |
| Wasn’t fucking with the putting brown bubbles in bags |
| I’m from the West, my flag got them brown bear on it |
| Sagged and rocked rags when my folks ain’t condone it |
| When the folks in the stones was opponents I was postin' in my room |
| Staring at the wall |
| Wishing I was a baller, or a little bit taller |
| Now I’m 6'4 I want a 64' Impala |
| System serving the city |
| City staining walls up |
| Thinking bout my father when I look at that revolver |
| Nigga, ayo |
| Peeling off Crenshaw, Crippin' with Co$$ |
| KRIT up in the bulls, Beaner Bee (?) be the boss |
| I’m trying not to floss the hog sauce or the Häagen-Dazs |
| Hopping off, holla at me, had |
| Mad personality, swag on |
| Vernon Ave, Trojan on the Trojan cap |
| Orange juice Simpson |
| Imma murk that |
| Circled back I seen her, she bendy, she kinda bad |
| If she don’t know your boy tell her to hop in the back |
| I keep the chrome strap under both seats like my og |
| Cold streets put the heat back where it’s supposed to be |
| Rollin' through the drive-in and we were loking |
| My niggas wasn’t supposed to be back there |
| The West, the west, the west |
| Sitting on Slauson for the fish and the bread |
| C’s on my head like the Cincinnati Reds |
| Niggas know my business like them bitches is Feds |
| I’m like Chauncey Billups niggas if I get to they head |
| I called MED just to getcha some meds |
| Co$$ fled, cough red, gangrene to the head |
| Same thing to D-Nez (?) |
| Now stranded on Western like a western with a |
| Bold sweater yo, them niggas know majessas (?) |
| Chicks was all pepper cuz she knew I’d sweat her |
| If I was a regular |
| But I’m a G I threw that letter up |
| Cali’s a G too I met her once |
| She told me when all them west Africans stay here, they cheddar up |
| Gave her gold, it’s a child born, flesh and blood |
| Called them Blu just to prove the west won |