The West Lyrics
| Song | The West |
| Artist | Blu |
| Album | Good to Be Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ayo, crusin' down Weston with them colourful hats | |
| Gold and that black such a lovable match | |
| The rap huxtable, comfy like bubbles and baths | |
| Wasn't ******* with the putting brown bubbles in bags | |
| I'm from the West, my flag got them brown bear on it | |
| Sagged and rocked rags when my folks ain't condone it | |
| When the folks in the stones was opponents I was postin' in my room | |
| Staring at the wall | |
| Wi*******ng I was a baller, or a little bit taller | |
| Now I'm 6'4 I want a 64' Impala | |
| System serving the city | |
| City staining walls up | |
| Thinking bout my father when I look at that revolver | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| *******, ayo | |
| Peeling off Crenshaw, Crippin' with Co$$ | |
| [?] be the boss | |
| I'm trying not to floss the hog sauce or the Häagen-Dazs | |
| Hopping off, holla at me, had | |
| Mad personality, swag on | |
| Vernon Ave, Trojan on the Trojan cap | |
| Orange juice Simpson | |
| Imma murk that | |
| Circled back I seen her, she bendy, she kinda bad | |
| If she don't know your boy tell her to hop in the back | |
| I keep the chrome strap under both seats like my og | |
| Cold streets put the heat back where it's supposed to be | |
| Rollin' through the drive-in and we were loking | |
| My *******s wasn't supposed to be back there | |
| The West, the west, the west | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Sitting on Slauson for the fish and the bread | |
| C's on my head like the Cincinnati Reds | |
| ******* *******s on my business like the feds | |
| I'm like Chauncey Billups is [?] | |
| I called med just to get me some meds | |
| Cough phlegm, cough red, gangrene to the head | |
| Same thing to [?] | |
| Now stranded on Weston like a weston with a | |
| Bold sweater yo[?] | |
| Chicks was all pepper cuz she knew I'd sweat her | |
| If I was a regular | |
| But I'm a G I threw that letter up | |
| Cali's a G too I met her once | |
| She told me when all them west Africans stay here, they cheddar up | |
| Gave her gold and some child born flesh and blood | |
| Called them Blu just to prove the west won |
| Ayo, crusin' down Weston with them colourful hats | |
| Gold and that black such a lovable match | |
| The rap huxtable, comfy like bubbles and baths | |
| Wasn' t with the putting brown bubbles in bags | |
| I' m from the West, my flag got them brown bear on it | |
| Sagged and rocked rags when my folks ain' t condone it | |
| When the folks in the stones was opponents I was postin' in my room | |
| Staring at the wall | |
| Wi ng I was a baller, or a little bit taller | |
| Now I' m 6' 4 I want a 64' Impala | |
| System serving the city | |
| City staining walls up | |
| Thinking bout my father when I look at that revolver | |
| Verse 2 | |
| , ayo | |
| Peeling off Crenshaw, Crippin' with Co | |
| ? be the boss | |
| I' m trying not to floss the hog sauce or the H agenDazs | |
| Hopping off, holla at me, had | |
| Mad personality, swag on | |
| Vernon Ave, Trojan on the Trojan cap | |
| Orange juice Simpson | |
| Imma murk that | |
| Circled back I seen her, she bendy, she kinda bad | |
| If she don' t know your boy tell her to hop in the back | |
| I keep the chrome strap under both seats like my og | |
| Cold streets put the heat back where it' s supposed to be | |
| Rollin' through the drivein and we were loking | |
| My s wasn' t supposed to be back there | |
| The West, the west, the west | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Sitting on Slauson for the fish and the bread | |
| C' s on my head like the Cincinnati Reds | |
| s on my business like the feds | |
| I' m like Chauncey Billups is ? | |
| I called med just to get me some meds | |
| Cough phlegm, cough red, gangrene to the head | |
| Same thing to ? | |
| Now stranded on Weston like a weston with a | |
| Bold sweater yo? | |
| Chicks was all pepper cuz she knew I' d sweat her | |
| If I was a regular | |
| But I' m a G I threw that letter up | |
| Cali' s a G too I met her once | |
| She told me when all them west Africans stay here, they cheddar up | |
| Gave her gold and some child born flesh and blood | |
| Called them Blu just to prove the west won |
| Ayo, crusin' down Weston with them colourful hats | |
| Gold and that black such a lovable match | |
| The rap huxtable, comfy like bubbles and baths | |
| Wasn' t with the putting brown bubbles in bags | |
| I' m from the West, my flag got them brown bear on it | |
| Sagged and rocked rags when my folks ain' t condone it | |
| When the folks in the stones was opponents I was postin' in my room | |
| Staring at the wall | |
| Wi ng I was a baller, or a little bit taller | |
| Now I' m 6' 4 I want a 64' Impala | |
| System serving the city | |
| City staining walls up | |
| Thinking bout my father when I look at that revolver | |
| Verse 2 | |
| , ayo | |
| Peeling off Crenshaw, Crippin' with Co | |
| ? be the boss | |
| I' m trying not to floss the hog sauce or the H agenDazs | |
| Hopping off, holla at me, had | |
| Mad personality, swag on | |
| Vernon Ave, Trojan on the Trojan cap | |
| Orange juice Simpson | |
| Imma murk that | |
| Circled back I seen her, she bendy, she kinda bad | |
| If she don' t know your boy tell her to hop in the back | |
| I keep the chrome strap under both seats like my og | |
| Cold streets put the heat back where it' s supposed to be | |
| Rollin' through the drivein and we were loking | |
| My s wasn' t supposed to be back there | |
| The West, the west, the west | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Sitting on Slauson for the fish and the bread | |
| C' s on my head like the Cincinnati Reds | |
| s on my business like the feds | |
| I' m like Chauncey Billups is ? | |
| I called med just to get me some meds | |
| Cough phlegm, cough red, gangrene to the head | |
| Same thing to ? | |
| Now stranded on Weston like a weston with a | |
| Bold sweater yo? | |
| Chicks was all pepper cuz she knew I' d sweat her | |
| If I was a regular | |
| But I' m a G I threw that letter up | |
| Cali' s a G too I met her once | |
| She told me when all them west Africans stay here, they cheddar up | |
| Gave her gold and some child born flesh and blood | |
| Called them Blu just to prove the west won |
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