West Coast Mcee'z
- Thread starter 619AllThaTime
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619 Rhyme
Let's get it crackin/
I'm far from studio rappin/
Fed's is phone tappin cuz somebody said I was clackin'/
Frum the town where niggaz hate sundown/
Wrong colors get ya' body dumped off where it cant be found/
I never banged in the hood where I hanged at/
Seen homies get rushed by the feds where they slanged at/
Homie,It could drive a square man insane/
It even blows my own mind sometimes like I was Kurt Cobain/
And if u watch the "Real World" homie you'll never have a clue/
Take a ride wit a ' "g" and peep what we go thru/
On a daily basis, cant avoid catching cases/
Wit' a gang detail giving third strikes over sum shoelaces/
Catch me posted up outside Tina's late night/
Taking flicks for my homies communicating thru kites/
The life I lead, I'm telling you homie it aint nice/
My bitch called the one time not once but twice/
It's hard for a nigga who aint got no rank/
Downtown, 5th floor nigga Trustee tank/
I play it safe/
I cant see str8, I'm way beyond the legal limit/
Ridin sidewayz, mashin homie this aint no gimmick/
In the town where niggaz will put 10 thru you/
Nowadays even the Africans is talking crazy to ya'/
Real recognize real a fine line and uh/
Shout outs to the homie Boom up in Donovan/
My lady aint workin I cant take no' more/
Now we stuck cuz I done got kicked up out the Work Furlough/
Watching niggaz get picked off like corn on the cob/
I work harder to keep my Dayton's clean than I do a real job/
Let's get it crackin/
I'm far from studio rappin/
Fed's is phone tappin cuz somebody said I was clackin'/
Frum the town where niggaz hate sundown/
Wrong colors get ya' body dumped off where it cant be found/
I never banged in the hood where I hanged at/
Seen homies get rushed by the feds where they slanged at/
Homie,It could drive a square man insane/
It even blows my own mind sometimes like I was Kurt Cobain/
And if u watch the "Real World" homie you'll never have a clue/
Take a ride wit a ' "g" and peep what we go thru/
On a daily basis, cant avoid catching cases/
Wit' a gang detail giving third strikes over sum shoelaces/
Catch me posted up outside Tina's late night/
Taking flicks for my homies communicating thru kites/
The life I lead, I'm telling you homie it aint nice/
My bitch called the one time not once but twice/
It's hard for a nigga who aint got no rank/
Downtown, 5th floor nigga Trustee tank/
I play it safe/
I cant see str8, I'm way beyond the legal limit/
Ridin sidewayz, mashin homie this aint no gimmick/
In the town where niggaz will put 10 thru you/
Nowadays even the Africans is talking crazy to ya'/
Real recognize real a fine line and uh/
Shout outs to the homie Boom up in Donovan/
My lady aint workin I cant take no' more/
Now we stuck cuz I done got kicked up out the Work Furlough/
Watching niggaz get picked off like corn on the cob/
I work harder to keep my Dayton's clean than I do a real job/
yo im from the WESTCOAST movin weight like elliot NESS i got the BEST FLOWS//
poison like ASBESTOS and keep on rollin..
duckin from them piggies when they out and patrollin//
im stoppin niggas in they tracks like a block in the colon//
packin glockin that stolen im hot like im molten..
call me lava and turn another page in the book of my saga//
i gots 2 roll.. uppin for those west coast cats.. word up spit em dogg
poison like ASBESTOS and keep on rollin..
duckin from them piggies when they out and patrollin//
im stoppin niggas in they tracks like a block in the colon//
packin glockin that stolen im hot like im molten..
call me lava and turn another page in the book of my saga//
i gots 2 roll.. uppin for those west coast cats.. word up spit em dogg
Good shit. Keep it Cali Connected. 619 on mines. Here's some bullshit...
It's 1-on-3 when you, me, and my "18's" is scrappin' //
That's 2 nines see cuz I got more "heat" than a Redhots package //
Light you up and burn you out like a pack of used matches //
Spit flamable acid with enough force to leave ya skeleton cracked in //
I'm that kid that'll attack kids like bad sins //
So strong beatin' chumps down with a stack of napkins //
And when I'm raapin' I cause for unimaginalbe things to happen //
Like god sendin' Pac Eazy back and we on my next trac collabin' //
It's 1-on-3 when you, me, and my "18's" is scrappin' //
That's 2 nines see cuz I got more "heat" than a Redhots package //
Light you up and burn you out like a pack of used matches //
Spit flamable acid with enough force to leave ya skeleton cracked in //
I'm that kid that'll attack kids like bad sins //
So strong beatin' chumps down with a stack of napkins //
And when I'm raapin' I cause for unimaginalbe things to happen //
Like god sendin' Pac Eazy back and we on my next trac collabin' //