Blu The West Lyrics
The West by Blu
(Intro)
Hey, yeah, go world
How y'all cruising down Weston with them colorful hats
Golden and black, such a lovable match
Rap constable, comfy like bubbles and baths
(???) pu them brown buffles in bags
I'm from the West, my flag got that brown beav on it
Sagged and rocked rags when my folks ain't condone it
When the folks and the stones was opponents
I was posted in my room, staring at the wall
Wishing I was a baller, a little bit taller
Now I'm a 6'4" and want a 6'4 Impala
System serving the city, city staining walls
Think a bout my father when I look at that revolver
(Verse)
Peelin' off creamshaw, cripple with cost
Credit in the vaults, being be, be the boss
Trying not to floss the hot sause
Or the hogging daws hopping Impala at me, Maverick
Personality swag on. Burning half trojans on the Trojan cow
Orange juice symptoms, thinkin' I'm gonna merc that
Circle back, i see that she bend it, she kinda bad
Please don't let your boy teller I hop in the back
Keep the chrome strapped under both seats
Like my OG Cross Streets put the heat back
What this s'pose to be, huh, rollin' through the drive in
Scared with molokin', niggas wasn't s'pose to be back there
The west!
(West Coast blowing up)
(Verse)
Sittin' off, flossing for the vision of bread
Seas on my head like the Cincinnati Reds
It's normal, I've been like this since I've seen the feds
Change they get up and they end up in they head
I call mad just to get to some meds
Cough flag, cough red, gang breed to the head
Same thing the D-Neds, now I'm stranded on the Weston
Like the Weston with the (???) bold sweater, yorders lookin' at my gestures
Chick is all pepper cause you knwe that I was all sweater
Falls a regular, but I'm a G, I do what I love
(???) 's a G too, I met her once
She told me when all the West Africans stayed here
They tied her up
Years ago, there's a child born, flesh and blood
Called the Bloochers to prove the West Won!
(Outro)
You know why?
Cause I been around
Hey, yeah, go world
How y'all cruising down Weston with them colorful hats
Golden and black, such a lovable match
Rap constable, comfy like bubbles and baths
(???) pu them brown buffles in bags
I'm from the West, my flag got that brown beav on it
Sagged and rocked rags when my folks ain't condone it
When the folks and the stones was opponents
I was posted in my room, staring at the wall
Wishing I was a baller, a little bit taller
Now I'm a 6'4" and want a 6'4 Impala
System serving the city, city staining walls
Think a bout my father when I look at that revolver
(Verse)
Peelin' off creamshaw, cripple with cost
Credit in the vaults, being be, be the boss
Trying not to floss the hot sause
Or the hogging daws hopping Impala at me, Maverick
Personality swag on. Burning half trojans on the Trojan cow
Orange juice symptoms, thinkin' I'm gonna merc that
Circle back, i see that she bend it, she kinda bad
Please don't let your boy teller I hop in the back
Keep the chrome strapped under both seats
Like my OG Cross Streets put the heat back
What this s'pose to be, huh, rollin' through the drive in
Scared with molokin', niggas wasn't s'pose to be back there
The west!
(West Coast blowing up)
(Verse)
Sittin' off, flossing for the vision of bread
Seas on my head like the Cincinnati Reds
It's normal, I've been like this since I've seen the feds
Change they get up and they end up in they head
I call mad just to get to some meds
Cough flag, cough red, gang breed to the head
Same thing the D-Neds, now I'm stranded on the Weston
Like the Weston with the (???) bold sweater, yorders lookin' at my gestures
Chick is all pepper cause you knwe that I was all sweater
Falls a regular, but I'm a G, I do what I love
(???) 's a G too, I met her once
She told me when all the West Africans stayed here
They tied her up
Years ago, there's a child born, flesh and blood
Called the Bloochers to prove the West Won!
(Outro)
You know why?
Cause I been around