(Hook)
|
I see you reppin' IE now, well, get ya ass up!
|
I put this on my mom, my niggas and my last cup
|
I need my cash, yuh, it was all bad, yuh
|
Now we bout to blow, just let em know the West is back, yuh
|
|
(Verse)
|
Aight now, cut it up to that eight, let me hear that boom beep bow bam
|
I'm riding round wit' no tint, they tryin' to see who I am
|
At first when they was all on me I was like who? Me? Goddamn
|
They say yeah ya, boy, come as ya are, oh we, that's my jam, yup
|
It's starting to get popping, it's cameras out when I'm shopping
|
Cops on us cuz we smoking, fuck that, ya got a lighter in yo' pocket, nigga
|
I need that, smoke it up, light it, IE hat, go out and cop it
|
Skating outside, come out and watch it, posing ass niggas can't even ollie
|
Now where yo favorite rapper?! (Who yo favorite rapper, nigga?)
|
Man, go find two of him
|
If ya say that we'll lose again, we will find ya and win
|
Rap game Ryu and Ken
|
Said these niggas is the bomb, I'll nuke 'em
|
Uppercut 'em, Price, I hit the Hadouken
|
We hot, I am IE, man, don't speak if ya not
|
|
(Hook)
|
I see you reppin' IE now, well, get ya ass up!
|
I put this on my mom, my niggas and my last cup
|
I need my cash, yuh, it was all bad, yuh
|
Now we bout to blow, just let em know the West is back, yuh
|
|
(Interlude)
|
West side, who you with? Lose yo shit
|
East side, who you with? Lose yo shit
|
North side, who you with? Lose yo shit
|
South side, who you with? Lose yo shit
|
West side, who you with? Lose yo shit
|
East side, who you with? Lose yo shit
|
North side, who you with? Lose yo shit
|
South side, who you with?
|
|
(Verse 2)
|
Look, I was nine years old, riding as my momma oldest son
|
Rapping erry lyric to that Dre Chronic 2001
|
The bible say that life and death is in the power of the tongue
|
So why the rasta pull out gun? It look like I'm supposed to rap
|
I forget too much, I smoke a ton, hear these raps, I'm close to none
|
All I fear is Joseph son, that's Christ, I'm Price, let me show ya sum
|
Writing raps in a Ford Focus, that's where I got my focus from
|
Now bitches see I'm bout my bread, they throw these kicks and show them buns
|
Here they come, aw, here we go again, they tryin' to lurk
|
Fuck, police at the door again, hide the work
|
Neva got to be signed to Merch
|
I'm flying first class just to rhyme a verse
|
I was hustling, givin' my Uncle Joe ya cash
|
So I could get double back by the first, god damn
|
Work the benches, errything wavy
|
Ya think ya slowing down my hustle? Ya crazy!
|
I'm a full G, bitch, ya just Fugazi
|
No more handshakes unless you finna pay me, real shit
|
|
(Hook)
|
I see you reppin' IE now, well, get ya ass up!
|
I put this on my mom, my niggas and my last cup
|
I need my cash, yuh, it was all bad, yuh
|
Now we bout to blow, just let em know the West is back, yuh
|
|
(Outro)
|
Lose ya shit
|
Lose ya shit
|
Lose ya shit
|
Lose ya shit
|
|
-----------------
|
Reppin
|
| Audio Push |
