Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song W$Tsde, artist - Dumbfoundead. Album song Old Boy Jon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.02.2013
Record label: BORN CTZN
Song language: English
W$Tsde |
Just made a move to westside, |
Heard it was the best side, |
10 to 405, it used to be a test drive. |
Ridin' in my S5, TV’s from Best-Buy, |
Girls in yoga pants, boosting up my sex drive. |
Ha, They know I’m a rapper or a DJ, |
Whole foods, in PJ’s, and it’s a fuckin' weekday. |
That dude, yea mothafucka' I’m that dude, |
Who’s who, talkin' to my manager on blue tooth. |
Its unfair how the wealthy get to stay healthy, |
Never had these options, only Frito Lay and Nestle. |
Yea I’m livin' stress free, debt free, check please, |
Eatin' well smokin' good, what the hells a stress seed. |
Yea I made it out, you chose the hater route, |
I went it got it while you chose to sit and wait it out. |
Now yous a rent a cop (Cop) you kicks the skaters out, |
I got that westside money in my bank account. |
She came to me in a dream and sang to me, |
Move west young brotha', |
Oohhh weeee, (right near the beach) |
W$TSDE, W$TSDE, W$TSDE, W$TSDE, |
(1) fill up mamas purse, (2) then my papas wallet, |
(3) give my sister dollars, than I start ignorant ballin'. |
I see the ignorant comments, I say Hakuna Matata, |
That’s a different language to y’all, like Gucci or Prada. |
I call my CPA, like whats the ETA, |
One call and he’s over like its triple A, |
Yea I’m getting play, from Miss USA, |
She showing PDA, feeling on me TSA. |
Oh so Devin blowin' trees to the heavens, |
Debonaire with endeavors, sip a coconut beverage, |
As I ride through, dreams of my high school days, |
Where I thought it was phase, I was lied to. |
Rap money it wasn’t a myth, when they told me it doesn’t exist, |
Cause dozens of kids fail, they put em in retail, in front of an Intel, |
Or in jail, but I set sail, ya feel me, |
She came to me in a dream and sang to me, |
Move west young brotha', |
Oohhh weeee, (right near the beach) |
W$TSDE, W$TSDE, W$TSDE, W$TSDE, |
Posted up in overland, |
People walking dovermans, |
Holding in the ocean breeze, |
They like there he go again, |
Noticing, that I’m cherishing every square foot, (there look) |
Trippin' as I’m lookin' at them hippies walking bare foot, |
I can feel the sand from the patio, |
I can smell the patties from the in and out, animal style, |
This lifestyle and I are compatible, |
Trynna make my stay way longer than a cameo, |
Hey hey, |
Love from the westside, reincarnated in my next life, |
Hey hey, |
Love from the westside, reincarnated in my next life. |