big teeze - dirty waianae lyrics
[chorus:]
we from dirty dirty waianae (waianae) dirty dirty waianae (waianae)
we from dirty dirty waianae (waianae) dirty dirty waianae (waianae)
i’m a searider straight west sidah none of y’all can f–k with me
i’m muh put it down for my hometown and represent my family!!!
[verse 1:]
big t–ze das my name, waianae city i claim
where i live, home of the brave, we throw down, we got game
nevah back down from a fight, we gon’ drink all night
cooler full, tattoo, nine-six-seven-nine-two
puttin’ it down it’s all good, for my n-gg-z in my neighborhood
maili beach bringin’ drama, all da way to yokohamas
or the harbor, it don’t matter, we gon’ make these cowards scatter
in da paper front page, mashin fools in a rage
grad parties 50 kegs, alcoholics under age
o.g.s spreadin knowledge, ball players up in college
nate jackson in da pros, fiamalu sumo
patricia ford playboy, waianae makin noise
d-mn it feels so good to see, westside ridin strong
negative publicity been slept on for too long
so throw up your bottles and cans and heres a toast
to all my live homies from the coast!!!
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[verse 2:]
where i live life is rough, growin up gotta be tough
slap boxin in da streets, hoedowns at da beach
tap shoulda at da sto, runaway from 5-0
shootin hoops at pililaau, neva callin your fouls
barbecue at my crib, make trouble to da kids
playin trumps homestead, no books bolohead
ten people one car, everywheres too far
everyday faded, everyone related
ice addicts on da run, catch da bus fifty-one
cash on da cr-p table, black box stealing cable
sat-rdays chicken fights, at da derby all night
no food in da fridge, hunters campin on da ridge
listen for da steady bark, softball at da park
year round summertime, pitbulls bloodline
seariders touchdown, got da isle lockdown
country boy from waianae, t-i-k-i!!!
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[verse 3:]
w-a-i-a-n-a-e hometown of your homie big t–ze
makin cheese enough to fill da keys
neva gonna leave my residence, gonna stay right here count my presidents, have my son learn from doug westbrook all the combinations to become number one in the nation
das right or when dito come home or when da feds leave shane alone or when his brother blaze soares first round k.o.s roy jones
das right i love my city, westside dont need no pity
we dirty dirty baby, we gritty gritty baby!!!
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