| I’ve been getting faded touching paper on the road to fame
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| You don’t give no fuck about no bitches, they just know my name
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| Hit you when I’m on the west side, get you right
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| If I wasn’t globetrottin', I might lock it down, but
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| I’m only with you when I’m on the west side
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| But you hold it down for me when I’m away
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| All of those boys out there on the west side
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| Mad because they don’t get the time of day
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| All trying to hit you up
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| All on that bull when I come to pick you up
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| Ooh they’re miserable
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| They heard you talk about me now they got visual
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| Damn, they mad
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| They want your ass like bad
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| They want your ass all in the street just drinkin', catchin' cabs
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| They got the nerve, give them boys the swerve
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| Throw that thing at me, I can hit the curb, damn
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| All that back, don’t fight that, I get that if I like that
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| My daydream is my nightcap, you my white cap
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| 'Cause I’ve got the wave and you ride that, you ride that
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| I’ve been getting faded touching paper on the road to fame
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| You don’t give no fuck about no bitches, they just know my name
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| Hit you when I’m on the west side, get you right
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| If I wasn’t globetrottin', I might lock it down for life
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| You my Westside Baby Baby
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| (Westside Baby Baby)
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| I’ve been getting faded touching paper on the road to fame
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| You don’t give no fuck about no bitches, they just know my name
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| Hit you when I’m on the west side, get you right
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| If I wasn’t globetrottin', I might lock it down
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| I be with the boys, I be with the coalition
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| Weaving in and out of state, movin' like a politician
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| You don’t see a problem with it, I don’t see the opposition
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| Make sure all my people straight, that’s the only proposition
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| If I ain’t where my honey stay, I be where the money made
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| People talk a lot of talk, I put on the stunter shades
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| I put on for my code, I’m a product of that city, girl
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| You the product of the west side
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| And that spotlight can get tricky girl
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| Oh my goodness, Jackie got me leaning
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| Welcome to the life, ain’t no point in intervening
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| We off that potion, I got that motion, know you love it
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| Down to a science, but baby that’s another subject
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| I’ve been getting faded touching paper on the road to fame
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| You don’t give no fuck about no bitches they just know my name
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| Hit you when I’m on the west side, get you right
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| If I wasn’t globetrotting I might lock it down for life
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| You my Westside Baby Baby
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| (Westside Baby Baby) |