Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song W$Tsde , by - Dumbfoundead. Song from the album Old Boy Jon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.02.2013
Record label: BORN CTZN
Song language: English
W$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. |