Lyrics
Yeah
Know I'm sayin'
I'm just smokin' and chillin'
Real Westside shit, Compton, nigga
You already know what's up
Mh, ay, yeah
Pull up with a thing or two, yeah
You know what I came to do, uh
Slide down the avenue, yeah
Did what I had to do, oh
Different flavors, yeah
Pick your favorite, yeah
Keep shit player, ooh
Thinkin' about runnin' for mayor, yeah
Lookin' at the Lakers, As-Salaam-Alaikum
Wa-alaikum-salaam, why thank you
We the realest niggas alive, hi hater, bye hater
Bye hater
Bye Felicia, not today, not tomorrow either, mh
Shit, look though
It's a lot of vacant houses, whole city like a toddler
Make the block look snaggletooth
Auntie in the congress no Johnny, it's the projects
North St. Lousy Lou
Tryna kill bills off a dollar meal
Really will fix your whole attitude (attitude)
Been rappin' 'bout the real since a lil' nigga
Nigga, imagine if I had a booth
I was only nine years old when I found my soul
Cuz had me in the booth, bookin' notes
First shit I ever wrote, shorty blood, the whole block post it
Everybody tweaking off the vocals
Antisocial I'm posted, I'm like Roddy
I can't cope, I don't know, could be anxiety
First line was about my nigga Chucky
I just heard that he died on the last Friday, I'm fucked up
Hop out your feelings, uh
Hop out them feelings
Come hop off the ceiling, come (yeah)
I want you to get high with me (high)
Come slide with me (slide)
Oh, I got a feelin', get it crackin' like acrylic
In the backyard chillin' with ya (yeah)
I want you to get high with me (high)
Come slide with me (slide)
I just want a buttercream Beamer with an R&B diva
Slide straight to the pay like a Visa
Little freaky, little thick thing keep a nigga bustin'