Knew I was that nigga since a kid baby
Lynwood city what the biz baby
Norton Avenue I'm right here yeah
Got up out that city vision clear yeah
We was them alleys playing ball nigga
Day to the dark Mama called nigga
Telephone pole was all we had nigga
Even used a box when we practiced our shot
Look now Mama we made it
We was struggling then
Just trying to make it
Two parent household in the matrix
Both mama and papa working the day shift
I used play shit zoned out
Ice Cube Tribe Called
Rocked Gin and Juice
Snoop's rhymes was loose
And Wu Tang that's my shit yeah
Esco Mobb Deep Queens the clique yeah
Shit yeah
Wait! Love the East Coast to my soul baby
But my heart is still up in the West yeah!
Westside
Palm trees good weed with a vest yeah!
Cause niggaz aiming at yo' chest yeah
Shit yeah!
Wait! Whoa!
It's niggaz that I love
It's niggaz I don't trust yeah yeah yeah
Niggaz Start to acting up
When they think yo' cash is up
Yeah yeah yeah
I got weed in the cut
Lil nigga roll it up yeah yeah yeah
Got my middle fingers up
Niggaz cannot f*ck with us Naw naw naw
I remember Ace picked us up yeah
Ride with the pistol in the tuck yeah
Blue rag hanging out the rear view
Pull up on yo bitch what that shit do
Couple young niggaz with the shit boy
Bet not be acting like no bitch boy
Try and press us we don't even flinch boy
Yeah that money stacking up by the inch boy
By the inch boy
I'm ya' pops
Don't make me grab you
By the wrist boy
Man handle your plans
You get scrambled
Sunny side up
I'm nothing that you can handle
In my hand take all money from busta
Dust cowards
Catch you in traffic
You know it's rush hour
Wet everybody need
Jun towels (Tao) to dry off
You buy off hits man?
I buy off the hitman/
Right off the hip to the head band
Hip Pop!
Big popping
Considered popular
To far ahead
Get them binoculars
Two headed dragon
Still flagging
Rag in the pocket
Split with profit/
When u know u the profit
Right out the projects
Still dropping projects
Another Watts nigga
Who done got to the top!
I know
Close the bottom!
Salute 310 Video (MV)
Performed By: aroomfullofmirrors & The Ichiban Don & Daylyt
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: William Brown
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Knew I was that nigga since a kid baby
Lynwood city what the biz baby
Norton Avenue I'm right here yeah
Got up out that city vision clear yeah
We was them alleys playing ball nigga
Day to the dark Mama called nigga
Telephone pole was all we had nigga
Even used a box when we practiced our shot
Look now Mama we made it
We was struggling then
Just trying to make it
Two parent household in the matrix
Both mama and papa working the day shift
I used play shit zoned out
Ice Cube Tribe Called
Rocked Gin and Juice
Snoop's rhymes was loose
And Wu Tang that's my shit yeah
Esco Mobb Deep Queens the clique yeah
Shit yeah
Wait! Love the East Coast to my soul baby
But my heart is still up in the West yeah!
Westside
Palm trees good weed with a vest yeah!
Cause niggaz aiming at yo' chest yeah
Shit yeah!
Wait! Whoa!
It's niggaz that I love
It's niggaz I don't trust yeah yeah yeah
Niggaz Start to acting up
When they think yo' cash is up
Yeah yeah yeah
I got weed in the cut
Lil nigga roll it up yeah yeah yeah
Got my middle fingers up
Niggaz cannot f*ck with us Naw naw naw
I remember Ace picked us up yeah
Ride with the pistol in the tuck yeah
Blue rag hanging out the rear view
Pull up on yo bitch what that shit do
Couple young niggaz with the shit boy
Bet not be acting like no bitch boy
Try and press us we don't even flinch boy
Yeah that money stacking up by the inch boy
By the inch boy
I'm ya' pops
Don't make me grab you
By the wrist boy
Man handle your plans
You get scrambled
Sunny side up
I'm nothing that you can handle
In my hand take all money from busta
Dust cowards
Catch you in traffic
You know it's rush hour
Wet everybody need
Jun towels (Tao) to dry off
You buy off hits man?
I buy off the hitman/
Right off the hip to the head band
Hip Pop!
Big popping
Considered popular
To far ahead
Get them binoculars
Two headed dragon
Still flagging
Rag in the pocket
Split with profit/
When u know u the profit
Right out the projects
Still dropping projects
Another Watts nigga
Who done got to the top!
I know
Close the bottom!
Lynwood city what the biz baby
Norton Avenue I'm right here yeah
Got up out that city vision clear yeah
We was them alleys playing ball nigga
Day to the dark Mama called nigga
Telephone pole was all we had nigga
Even used a box when we practiced our shot
Look now Mama we made it
We was struggling then
Just trying to make it
Two parent household in the matrix
Both mama and papa working the day shift
I used play shit zoned out
Ice Cube Tribe Called
Rocked Gin and Juice
Snoop's rhymes was loose
And Wu Tang that's my shit yeah
Esco Mobb Deep Queens the clique yeah
Shit yeah
Wait! Love the East Coast to my soul baby
But my heart is still up in the West yeah!
Westside
Palm trees good weed with a vest yeah!
Cause niggaz aiming at yo' chest yeah
Shit yeah!
Wait! Whoa!
It's niggaz that I love
It's niggaz I don't trust yeah yeah yeah
Niggaz Start to acting up
When they think yo' cash is up
Yeah yeah yeah
I got weed in the cut
Lil nigga roll it up yeah yeah yeah
Got my middle fingers up
Niggaz cannot f*ck with us Naw naw naw
I remember Ace picked us up yeah
Ride with the pistol in the tuck yeah
Blue rag hanging out the rear view
Pull up on yo bitch what that shit do
Couple young niggaz with the shit boy
Bet not be acting like no bitch boy
Try and press us we don't even flinch boy
Yeah that money stacking up by the inch boy
By the inch boy
I'm ya' pops
Don't make me grab you
By the wrist boy
Man handle your plans
You get scrambled
Sunny side up
I'm nothing that you can handle
In my hand take all money from busta
Dust cowards
Catch you in traffic
You know it's rush hour
Wet everybody need
Jun towels (Tao) to dry off
You buy off hits man?
I buy off the hitman/
Right off the hip to the head band
Hip Pop!
Big popping
Considered popular
To far ahead
Get them binoculars
Two headed dragon
Still flagging
Rag in the pocket
Split with profit/
When u know u the profit
Right out the projects
Still dropping projects
Another Watts nigga
Who done got to the top!
I know
Close the bottom!
Writer: William Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid