Way Out West (Live at University of Missouri, Columbia, MO - April 1993)

歌詞

(feat. Mr. 3-2, Pharoah, Kepoe) [Trae:] Fucking it up until a nigga had enough Ya see I'm rough and I'm tough no afro puffs But I'm gone in a rage with a twelve gauge On the front page and I bet I'm finna call your bluff Still so playa flying to Himalayas Pulling up in the hood wide body valeter I'ma shot call like I'm the Mayor For the 2K2 I'm a rap rhyme sayer Debanere rap game one of a kind Breaking it down I bet I'm fin to leave a nigga behind I ain't lying I'm finan get this bitch crunk Make a nigga have a wreck when he pop his trunk Somebody finna get dumped trunk I don't give a damn bout a nigga who claiming they down with me Niggaz be hoes straight up fly to me You don't wanna see that heat on side of me Trae ain't tripping I'm finna flip a nigga off I done paid the cost Guerilla Maab in the do' I don't need nan nigga up in my face You better beat your feet and at a faster pace Like your name was Flow Joe Come with a AK out the fo' do' Bust me a nigga then I'm out the backdo' Taking me a trip to Acapulco what hoe [Lil' B:] I'm in mash mode for all my haters, on the rise like a elevator I'm a motivator and a 6-10 skater, cuff your gal cause I might just take her I'm on the block cause the block is hot, and I'll cock the glock with the red dot If you try to knock a nigga named Lil' B, wrecking the track with Trae and Dougie D I'm a motherfucking renogader, packing a AK to spray the whole scene When a nigga wanna get out of line drop him off on a dime Fo' times until you know what I mean See we don't play cats throwing up S.K. Mashing full time with no delay Dumping bodies all across Fewquay Leave em stinking till the bodies decay Whoa now cause this is how it go down When you fucking with niggaz that's representing H-Town Beat your back in until it break down Cause niggaz is hating they gon feel us now Till the break of dawn I don't bar none If a nigga running up he gon catch some With a slick to the chest who's next Cause the next stay strapped and then we ready for plex [Hook: x2] We mashing out nigga, without a doubt nigga (you know we don't bar the plex, so how the fuck you gonna stop us nigga) We mashing out nigga, without a doubt nigga (you know we be known to wreck, so when you play this shit don't jock nigga) [Dougie D:] I'ma give it to you live I'ma give it to you raw I ain't even finna play with you motherfuckers I'm a motherfucker that'll be packing a glock Taking em out with red dots I'm a head buster I'ma mob out I'ma ride out No doubt making motherfuckers slide out need to hide out Fucking round with the wrong nigga Dougie now now Leave a motherfucker crispy burned and fried out Does the Dougie give it out m-hm Like a nigga be smoking up on good green yes sir Fucking em up in the first round yes sir I'm just so cold I make a nigga say burr Gripping a round me and my dogs get buck With the K-E-P-O ready to crunk We S-L-A-B now lil' bitch what On a shred of the microphone we ain't no punks Dougie D so thoed and they already know With the Trae and the Jay'Ton and damn Bybo Got a partna named Black One gripping a gun I got a kin folk Brite that be dropping the bombs I got a click of motherfuckers putting boys on the run And when you thought it was over nigga it just begun And when you hear this jam nigga don't you bump When you feel you ready nigga then come get some [Kepoe:] Stepping up in the do' you know it's Kepoe, when it's bout plex I let my heat go Know I gotta represent the S-O, letting my boys go now watch how I flow Hard for a broad flow like a bitch, better back up and watch how I switch If you get crunk then get hold of this, ain't no female finna do this shit Go nationwide when I glide, 20 inch rims all on my ride Buck inside looking live, got a word roll that'll blow a nigga mind Stocks and bonds 401's, mutual funds and I just begun But I'm still like Nelly that's number one, uh-oh better back-back here we come Me and Trae done make a way, gotta get paid like Em and Dre And I am whatever you say, doing my thing till I'm old and grey Grey and old I know you know, if you wanna throw how gotta beat Kepoe And when I'm chose I'm wrecking shows, better hold down the booth I'm about to blow Boosting up Houston's side of music, y'all know how we do it piled up on tuners Eyes all buck sipping orange juice, with Nick At Night like I Love Lucy Now po' the Crys' cause I'm in this bitch, celebrate the South on this one hit Heard it was do' that I got to get, now watch and see who the baddest chick [Hook x2] [Jay'Ton:] It's Jay'Ton finna late night creep, niggaz bump they gum finna lose they teeth Why a nigga wanna fuck around with these G's, S-L-A-B climbing up the tree Headed to the top letting off shots, through the parking lot Fuck that shit we don't bar the cops, walk around strapped with a loaded glock If you wanna fight me what you talking bout, gotta set this off for my partna Shot We two deep swinging up and down the block, with yellow bone hoes all on my jock It never stop we mashing on, sitting sideways when I'm on the chrome Pimping my pen coming out the dome, me and my click keep rolling on [Pharoah:] I be Pharoah from Street Miltary Military of the streets nigga we killas I done hooked up with a mob of Guerillas To make me a lil' more scrilla Running up on a motherfucker for the kilos If you don't give it up you's a dead man Shoot em down to the ground with hollow tip rounds With a flame draped up in the red clan It don't stop I'ma bleed the block Represent South Park to the heart MLK Boulevard Cause I be the nigga that'll be fucking em up Doing hoe ass niggaz bad pulling they card Me and my nigga 2, be sweeping through the hood Trying to see what's up on the loot In a Oldsmobile with a big old grill We roll real in a hot pursuit I got's to shoot loving the game To the world everytime I get down S-L-A-B Slow Loud And Bangin, bringing platinum hit sounds I'ma cause mo' drama than Osama, when I get to blasting shots And dropping bombs and stepping on the gas Never looking back straight mashing on [Mr. 3-2:] Rack em up dump em down, I'm the Boss of H-Town Screwed Up underground, I got hoes in lost and found G-O-V, nigga it's Street Game forever All in your face, I'm genuine like leather Boss Man Pimp Chris, stacking big faces Me and Fat Ceddy, is on rotations Understand this here, I'm the playa of the year No man I fear, fuck sipping on beer [Hook x2]