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ahs - throw ya w's lyrics

[intro]
they crazy out here (h-ll yeah)
fitz and ahs got it popping out here
we about to represent on the mic right now (right now)
we about to show you some real west coast spitters
west coast in your area (h-ll yeah busters)

[verse 1: ahs]
welcome to the west coast
where we popping all the best toast, rocking all the fresh clothes
spitting all the fresh flows, lyrical professionals
rappers all sound the same like an echo
mr. twister ex-government minister, old school spinster, slapping your sister
your girlfriend is a sl-t then i’m gonna probably diss her
with my two turntables and my virtual mixer (trick)
sure as marly is an aryan lover
my flow be so fat it’ll leave your stereo smothered
and, when she leave out you’ll have to carry your mother
because i lay the pipe hard like a mario brother
hitting switches in the ’64, making all the shorties get low
letting all y’all know
it’s four fingers with a twist like the song go (h-ll yeah fool, westside)

[hook: ahs]
ask around, th-rn city that’s my town boy
straight west coast, how we get down boy
around here you don’t want to get clowned boy
block is deep and you just might drowned boy
recognize where you at when you coming through
yeah you in the west coast, throw your w’s
trash talk, yeah that’s something you don’t want to do
yeah, you in the west coast, throw your w’s

[verse 2: unknown]
uh huh, welcome to the west coast
where we roll with the best dro, tricking with the best hoes
blowing all the best dough, time to ride? let’s go
y’all want front row to the next show?
meet me where the rose grows in the “p-o”
where we smoke blunts and sip mascato
they dilly-doh is to stack a bill’ or so
lay back in the cut and get chopped up like bricks of c0ke
whipping the rolls, stepping on toes
dressed in all black robbing, buckwild like whoa
if you didn’t already now you know
it’s the only ten below flow with enough heat to melt snow
catch a charge from the “5-o”, and force your whole crew to lie low
warning all who oppose
we do it just like the motherf-cking song goes (h-ll yeah fool, westside)

[hook: ahs]

[verse 3: ahs]
yeah, ahs is like a sick man with an arm full of wristbands
wrapped until my blood flow stops, give me a big hand
able and willing to rock the mic without a kickstand
forget a microphone, give me a string and some tin cans
i’ve been banned from battle raps for giving heart attacks
and putting holes inside of 51fifty and starter caps
in general, i tell these chickens so when i slaughter cats
and make your favorite rapper be like “d-mn, i wish i thought of that”
we out the west so you know we came to lock it down
out of pocket, no, we outer sp-ce about to rock it now
walking around biting crocodiles, i’m a phenomenon
y’all are stoned like they found you eating pork at ramadan
in broad day while committing rape and murder
see i’m old school like cd players with tape converters
i’ll take it further, i’m as raw as tyrannosaur
a man of war, out the west
yeah

[hook: ahs]

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