Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Western Ways , by - Delinquent Habits. Release date: 25.08.1998
Song language: English
Western Ways |
| «Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago |
| Western male» |
| «Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago |
| Western male» |
| Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land |
| Give me a fat sack of yesca and some cash in hand |
| Some vatos that can handle themselves out on the road |
| And I guara-damn-tee you the spot will explode |
| I wanna rock Sur Califa Midwest known to deliver |
| Gettin stoned lookin' out over the Hudson River |
| See we poppin' worldwide West to East |
| Anywhere there’s stomach acid in the belly of the beast |
| Where teeth is grittin' rundown but still hittin' |
| In their rides top tippin' with my cut straight dippin' |
| Be the type to leave you dazed out blowin' snot bubbles |
| Like a late-nite bud binge face down in the puddle |
| If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my travels that’s ironic |
| We all the same it’s just we smoked different chronic |
| We are carnales homes it’s like you didn’t know |
| You’re the reason I came I think it’s time to flow |
| I’ve been around in the game much longer than you can figure |
| All across the map to keep my pocket book bigger |
| The late-nite binges the all-nite party |
| Daily gettin' twisted off the herb and Bacardi |
| Rollin with my homeboys but they more like family |
| Started in the West now to the East is where they’re flyin' me |
| A first class ticket we flyin' overseas |
| Crossing the Atlantic feeling Germany’s breeze |
| Pissin' in the snow right down beside the Autobon |
| Shook the spot in Hamburg ended up in Amsterdam |
| Hit the skies again back home to my Califas |
| A little champagne the huero’s high off the reefa |
| Let’s take a little trip down south of the border |
| Chillin' con mis compas tequila is in order |
| That’s how it goes now I’m headed back home |
| Livin' on the road till my record sells gold |
| (Kemo El Blaxican) |
| No matter how you see it now it’s quite the same |
| You can tour with or for that platinum fame |
| I give a damn about the fame homeboy now you can keep that |
| I tour for the crema the masa the fucking straight cash |
| Fame don’t pay the bills that’s on the real |
| Only cash from my rola with that mass appeal |
| (Ives) |
| I got all yall in my sights tonite |
| You should be pumpin' like a hydro if all goes right |
| I plan to rock my funky rolas from the gates of California |
| Jams like a bug-a-boo all up on ya |
| Passin' entrance aw you know |
| I can’t fight it yo I think it’s time we go… |