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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Boyboy West Coast
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Manuel Jesus Ramirez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beatz With A Passion
Producer
Lyrics
(Police are tracking Santa Barbara's 537 gang members)
(Homicides, robberies, curfew violations, every offence is mapped)
West side, creep creep to the streets with my clique
'Nother day up in the hood, contemplating on my schemes
In de cuts with the gangsta's and the killers
Rivals knowin' where we at, we be with them caps peelin'
Fool is just yappin, they just woofing they just talking
If we catch a lame slipping, chuck ya knuckles get to rockin'
Always pack a strap plus my blue rag in my pocket
Posted in the hood, sipping forty's feeling froggy
Came up on the block your momma warned you not to go to
Pendleton in hand and with the courtin like im old school
Used to dump my clips and let fuckin' choppa go
Loose bullets hit your boy and everybody that he close to
Police on patrol but they ain't gonna stop nobody
They don't know we leaving bodies
Put the beamin' im like Scotty
All the smoke we keep it froggy
Use my pants to bag a shawty
Slidin' on the opps like we be slidin' on some hockey
They ain't with it they can't do nun' 'bout us
We in the hood all day gettin' rowdy
Blunt smoke, gun smoke, yeah it's cloudy
On my block, I see gangsters all around me
They ain't with it they can't do nun' 'bout us
We in the hood all day gettin' rowdy
Blunt smoke, gun smoke, yeah it's cloudy
On my block, I see killers all around me
Bang, bang, boogie, yeah I'm dipping through your city
My name sound like Tupac but I struggle more like Biggie
You silly now I make this music shit look easy
Believe me, skill, waters, stars and active geesbie
Big boy but your main bitch she loves my bro's
Program time most of my homies we on the slow
Heavy hitter for real, make these suckers feel the drill
Makin' bangers on bangers I never signed no deal
I'm a pimp I'm a mac yeah you know I'm hella mint
Got a fly ass whip with a brand new strap
Yeah your bitch pussy good but my bitch really bad
East side poor for life, what don't you understand?
Yo I pop em' like a socket if the boy get outta pocket
Can't call yourself active when you're higher than a rocket
Boy I spit facts I ain't really talking shit
You have a soft ass heart and you ain't fit for this shit
They ain't with it they can't do nun' 'bout us
We in the hood all day gettin' rowdy
Blunt smoke, gun smoke, yeah it's cloudy
On my block, I see gangsters all around me
They ain't with it they can't do nun' 'bout us
We in the hood all day gettin' rowdy
Blunt smoke, gun smoke, yeah it's cloudy
On my block, I see killers all around me
Writer(s): Manuel Jesus Ramirez
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