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westside gunn - 2004 freestyle lyrics

[intro]
peace, peace
yo, it’s westside gunn family
feel good tonight man, i’m here man
i came a long way for this
street entertainment man, f.n.i.c
(what up!)
black royalty man, death valley man
c’mon man, nah mean, it’s all year
i’m on some ’08 sh-t man
(this that feel good, right here)

[verse]
calico m110
a hundred rounds in it
rose gold jewels on
selling cracks every minute
big n-gg-s out screaming out “two for 15!”
fishscales on the beam
better dope than grand street
watch dem n-gg-s lean
got [?] for 32 on the scene
machine out the beam
flavor moc-ssins on
400 for the jeans
my man got shot next to me
heard that sh-t sting
retaliate with the wings
hawks and desert eags
got woolrich peacoats with pumps in the sleeves
pull up in yellow beamers like we f-ckin’ latin kings
shootouts in dewey park
left the tech by the swing
pay fees and throw c-cktails
heard your mom scream
got goons by each door
you f-ckers can’t leave
i let the gat sing, mac ring
i’m doing my thing thing
40 cal plus dope with no cut brought us more cream
rock the polo sweats
techs staying up by the drawstrings scuffed
my bathing apes hopping over gates nah mean
handling six-figure jig desert eagle twin the kid
sprinting from a mandela bid, vanilla benz
gucci lenses, uzi vicious under coogi trenches
sick as pyrex in kitchens, well-invested riches
jewelry glisten listen product kicks delicious
cristian diors, colombian c-ke b-tches
10k wrists and bathing ape slippers
quarter to 8 whippers cake clippers
and hold tecs with pin triggers
15 a brick, hey yo 15’s a lot
i swear i seen him flip barefaced to lick sh-t, invincible
rose gold down on my d-ck, you despicable
fast life the way we choose to live
gold fronts laced with the ruby bridge
high school i wore iceberg laced with the snoopy wig
cops will chase us razors with residue on it
we in the majors tricolor jacobs
yo, i’m too laced versace got shot in his face
wait, plate got shake on it
fiends got great on it
raekwon-ers display warnings
shoot at the head honcho
salvatore ferragamo’s lucky if you make it till tomorrow
mclarens have em staring great
your sh-t band was mere vanity appearance
you 12 to 8 i’m not sharing
ain’t no money like money from heroin n-gg- n-gg-

[outro]
it’s f-cking westside gat man, f.n.i.c
(you already know)
you nah mean, we on some ’08 sh-t man
westside gunn story man
nah mean
[?]
you already f-ckin’ know black royalty
nah mean
s. grill k!lling the f-ckin’ tracks man
nah mean
we f-cking ahead of our time b
just f-ckin’ listen man
let that sh-t ride for a second man

- westside gunn lyrics

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