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bobby "bobcat" ervin - best in the west lyrics

[intro]
– there he goes, right there, go ask him! ask him!
– bobcat, are you really the best at what you do?
“of course!”
“oh, there’s nothing he can’t do, oh there’s nothing he can’t do
oh, there’s nothing he can’t do, he’s the one and only–”
bobcat, baby!
“do you really think you can get away with this?”

[verse 1]
i’m steppin’ on suckas, stompin’ on saps
“but what if they clown?”, man, they’ll get slapped
crushin’ all cowards, k!llin’ all crews
he shoulda paid his dues
i’m the ruler, no one’s cooler
“he said he was cool”, don’t let ’em fool ya
hustling the hustlers, pimpin’ the pimps
“but what about scarface?”, man, he’s a wimp
microphone hoggin’, punks i’m d-gg-n’
“this is it”, that’s kenny loggins
blowin’ out amps, steppin’ on camps
and after the show? – oh, we plans
pushin’ in doors, rippin’ up floors
stealin’ from the rich and givin’ to the poor
makin’ hit records to play at the jams
“yo that’s dope”, oh thanks man
’cause i’m the

[chorus]
best in the west, yo i’m the best in the west
i was raised in la
i’m the best in the west, yo i’m the best in the west
i was raised in la

[verse 2]
i’m the supa produca, no one gets loosa’
so don’t abuse the news, blow out a fuse if you choose
i don’t care as long as you’re there
on the dance floor, screamin’ for more
and gettin’ busy like al b. sure
listen close, i got the hiccups
“don’t n0body move”, it’s a stick-up
now throw yo hands in the air
and wave ’em around like ya just don’t care
i’m sick, psycho, mad, “are you crazy?”
ask your dad, big money, have a pretty girl
grab her, “but this girl is whack”, so stab her
systems kickin’, girlies pickin’, skeezers l!ckin’
suckas vicken’, styles are provin’, the party’s movin’
yo, who’s been messin’ with the cuban
she’s dope i wanna elope
“bad breath”, she needs scope
but yo bust it, we gotta rush it
’cause the party people on the floor need more
all the ladies with a mercedes scream (ahh!)
all the fly guys with the cutie pies say ho (hoo!)
yo, here we go, now let it flow
you and your partner throw down
pump up the sound, give me a pound, first round
are you ready? now, get closer, grab his holster
and think about me and my poster

[chorus]
best in the west, yo i’m the best in the west
i was raised in la
i’m the best in the west, yo i’m the best in the west
i was raised in la
i’m the best in the west, yo i’m the best in the west
i was raised in la
i’m the best in the west, yo i’m the best in the west
i was raised in la

break it on down!
yeah, that’s fuunky

[verse 3]
i’m the hip hop junkie so try and punk me
i’m gettin’ funky plus i’m the hunk, see
i’m on a mission, keepin’ ’em wishin’
i fall, or get played like a ball, but i’m-a call yo bluff
so get rough and tough, and all that stuff
and i’m gonna huff n’ puff, blow the house down
this is the first round, knock out my sound
i’m your hero, he’s a zero, i’m knockin’ ’em out like de niro
i’m rougher, tougher, quicker, sl!cker
yo, i satisfy like a snicker
i’m raking mics, i’m taking no faking, punks i’m breaking
and whoever cross any line, i’ll find the time
to show ’em that i’m the

[outro]
“ain’t we funkin’ now?” “yes”
“ain’t we funkin’ now?” “yes”
“and you know what?” the hip hop junkie
“l.a., l.a., l.a., californi-ay”
“that was a black guy doing that one, you could tell”

- bobby bobcat ervin lyrics

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