笨小笨West Riden’ (Explicit)歌词由Ant Banks演唱，出自专辑《Hip Hop Hits para Gymrats (Explicit)》，下面是《West Riden’ (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
West Riden’ (Explicit)歌词完整版
West Riden' (Explicit) - Ant Banks
Yeah Young jock up in this beezee
Claiming and representing that sp geezee sh*t
Putting it down with my ni**a the big bad a**
Spice one and King T
High siding and westside riding
Got my ni**a from the feezee up in this beezee
We doing big thangs in the nine seezee
Kicking b**ches in the booty
And pointing out their duty
Yeah any motherf**ker
That wanna try us knows where to find us
Motherf**ker
This sh*t couldn't get no harder
Niggas is about to make me flip and commit manslaughter
All my dreams result to nightmares
So I walk around the hood strapped like I don't care
Truth or dare I dare you to dis the west coast
The truth is them niggas will split your vest loc
With hollowpoint slugs Crips and Bloods
We come deep
And roll in those Range Rover Jeeps
I was a made man at fifteen years
Cause momma didn't raise no faggotty queer
I got paid fronting bad colors in the ninth grade
And on the westside is where I play
Straight sick when my big uncle smoked dip
And grabbed his four four
And took me with him on a lick
And sure as the sun will come up and just shine
The niggas couldn't believe the Rolex was all mine
Yeah divine niggas the lexxy shine and the fetty
Motherf**kers ain't ready
See they won't hold their heads steady
When we come with the fifty caliber Desert Eagle
Feeling you motherf**kers over slugs equal
You these diamonds on the pinky
Rolex up on the wrist
Next ni**a run up on me
For my pieces is catching whole clips
No sucker to the ga in me
You fail to realize sometimes that I dump on gp
Black Bossalini King t e e and s p i
Born to die westside riding staying high
One eight seven proof a ma a mack ten shooter
Hope the ba black talons go right through you
Been mobbing since a youngster
Laced like hundred spokes
Ain't no rules in the game
Niggas die and go for broke
He didn't no I was strapped
He didn't no I was ready
Blow a hole in his chest
And take off with a ni**a's fetty
Real killers on the westside don't be fooled
We in the sun where the kids
Wear their vests to school
Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive
(West side)
Refuse to leave them player haters alive
Real killers on the westside don't be fooled
We out west where the kids
Wear their vests to school
Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive
(West side)
Refuse to leave them player haters alive
Ah yes all the way to niggas in projects
That heard about the King
That be strapped with two techs
Rolling in a Lex with them twenty inch chrome rims
Trying to find a ho for some trim
Laid back smoking on the doja loc
At the light all the hos watch me cough and choke
Young player can I take a ride with you
Hell no can I trust my life with you
You look shady just left four with four babies
And I can hear your a** screaming save me
Trick I'm in a zone guns
Clips and chipped up phones
And Vibe tapes of old love songs straight gone
Dipping and giving a f**k at who's tripping
Catch a ni**a at the airport slipping
Huh what a shame send his a**
Back from where it came in a casket
California love turned drastic
I'm come G'd up niggas getting beat up
And I'm smoking all their dirt cess w**d up
King T's G style got them hiding
Cause this is what we call west riding
See some of the haters try to fade you partner
But ain't nobody coming close
I keep some scissors up in the cut
So give me ten feet at the most
Ain't no generic artificial
Realer than you can imagine
Passing out in the back of limos
With a lap full of cash and mashing
Dreaming of mad tales
With waterfalls in swimming pools
I'm living the life of a rap star
Eighty thousand dollar cars
Jaccuzzi rooms with minibars
Hit the casino dropping fetty
On tables smoking Cuban cigars
You need to quit
Sprinkle a motherf**ker that will leave you split
Tore back a** out bringing you your hat
Flat broke talking about f**k that ni**a s p i
But you can't go one on one Spice one
Because I'm born to die
I gets medieval up on they a**
Like punk b**ches in ditches
The gangsterism resulting in murderism
Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station
You facing the killer for real a punk a** ni**a
Where the scrilla
Jacking you for your sh*t
Taking your ends pull off my mask
Hitting the corner
Hopping up in my Benz with your cash
Mobbing I mash out you a** out
Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse
Real killers on the westside don't be fooled
We in the sun where the kids
Wear their vests to school
Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive
(West side)
Refuse to leave them player haters alive
Real killers on the westside don't be fooled
We out west where the kids
Wear their vests to school
Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive
(West side)
Refuse to leave them player haters alive
West side riding while we getting higher
That's the way we do it
West side riding while we getting higher
That's the way we do it
On the Westside
