| We desperados, black guns and gold Movados
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| Chrome hollows, break bones or smash models
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| Never follow, get it by yourself, that’s the motto
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| My heart’s cold, feelin like winter in Colorado
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| Cali kush burnin, my brain’s like a furnace
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| I was drivin in a Benz before I ever had a permit
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| See this is my Erick Sermon and I feel like I deserve it
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| I remember bein young, I used to spit my rhymes nervous
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| But now I’m on point like a javelin, way beyond battlin
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| Out of state travelin, haters stop babblin
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| Remember this, California’s my residence
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| All my +People's Dilated+, just ask Evidence
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| I rep the coast everywhere I go
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| So even when I’m overseas, they know, they know, they know
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| I never front when it comes to the dough
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| I’m guaranteed to make a killing a show, they know, so let’s go
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| I ride around with my tank on E
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| You better bank on me, to get more, to get more, let’s go
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| I rep the coast everywhere I go
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| So even when I’m overseas, they know, they know, they know
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| Yeah
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| Guaranteed to make a killing a show
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| Uh, Fashawn
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| I be the F-A, uh, yeah, aiyyo
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| My life similar to dice
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| How I roll, nothin nice, California nights
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| Ice cold on the lookout, for the po-lice that’s on patrol
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| Pedalin white, wrong or right, drugs get sold
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| We gotta eat, so if that means robberies and runnin in spots
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| I’m all for it, best believe I’m huggin the block
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| Prayin for my enemies that is sendin 'em shots
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| I’m hopin that you succeed
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| You don’t need a cellular phone to hear Statik/static
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| Just listen to the tune of the semi-automatic
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| What’s happenin? |
| My mind state accumulate dough and keep stackin
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| Spend less time with the hoes, on some mack shit
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| America’s favorite, blunt blazin
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| Rhyme writin maven, rap Wes Craven
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| A rose blossomin out the concrete pavement
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| For everyone I admire, live on stage, it’s the F
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| Uh, yo
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| C-A, uh
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| Ev' pictures classic, clients can’t imagine
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| Time lapse my rhyme on IMAX graphics (uh)
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| Masterpiece larger than life
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| Throughout my section, floss Los Angeles nights (nights)
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| Songs that prays for him, school on Sunday (Sunday)
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| Where’s my flair? |
| It’s a case of the Mondays
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| Somedays are better than the next one (oh …)
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| Yesterday I couldn’t spot a Chevron (what the fuck? Chevron)
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| Out of gas, fast in Madagascar (that's Venice)
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| Off the mask it was Chapman with a fast car (I got a fast car)
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| I got a fast car, ten thousand horses (watch out)
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| No trap star, themes are ferocious (get the fuck out of here)
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| I think awkward, takin for obnoxious (that's me)
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| Less concerned with kicks than the boxes (fuck your shoes)
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| A man lived in a shoe
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| Sold coke out the front, out the back we grew (who knew?)
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| Who knew the day was comin? |
| (uh)
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| Feel this deal is really fuckin Phil Drummond (oh yeah)
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| I think that deserved a drum roll (haha)
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| Drinkin juice in the hood wasn’t fun though
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| They know, they know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Coast , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album 100 Proof (The Hangover) - The Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп