作词 : Centel Mangum/Zachary Whitman 作曲 : Centel Mangum/Zachary Whitman Better call the cops I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block Take *******t that don't belong to me They say that something wrong with me Red rum, red rum (eh) Hoodlum, I'm dumb (yeah) Dusk dawn hell spawn (woah) We don't get along
Rock with it, lean with it Styrofoam with lean in it Party not popping, less my whole ******* team in it Glenwood, hitting jugg's *******s wish that they was good But *******s couldn't keep it real But I don't hold no ill will I ain't got no ana', and you ain't got no stamina So ******* don't you come at me We know you ain't got no family You ain't got no crew Cause they don't keep it real with you *******s keep it real with me Despite all of my savagery No matter what I steal, or all the *******s that I rob Living on the west side Pretty black heartthrob The way I used to make her feel I miss when we were only friends Juggin' in the west end Touching in the Westin No matter what I steal, or all the *******s that I rob Living on the west side Pretty black heartthrob The way I used to make her feel I miss when we were only friends Juggin' in the west end Touching in the Westin
Big house Duplex (yeah) Suplex, who next (woah) Russian roulette (yeah) Bullet through neck (eh) Brett Hart, sharpshooter Scamming *******es on computers Future in my hands Popped a vyvanse, blew five bands Hang time, gang signs Use you're hands, fusion dance Stay in school So tinted Oprah Winfrey, we ain't cool So the whips is bullet proof Getting throat in a jeep A ******* ran off the streets Say they got evidence on me But that *******t ain't concrete
No matter what I steal, or all the *******s that I rob Living on the west side Pretty black heartthrob The way I used to make her feel I miss when we were only friends Juggin' in the west end Touching in the Westin No matter what I steal, or all the *******s that I rob Living on the west side Pretty black heartthrob The way I used to make her feel I miss when we were only friends Juggin' in the west end Touching in the Westin
Better call the cops I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block Take *******t that don't belong to me They say that something wrong with me Red rum, red rum (eh) Hoodlum, I'm dumb (yeah) Dusk dawn hell spawn (woah) We don't get along
[00:00.000] 作词 : Centel Mangum/Zachary Whitman [00:00.005] 作曲 : Centel Mangum/Zachary Whitman [00:00.10]Better call the cops [00:01.97]I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block [00:03.53]Take *******t that don't belong to me [00:05.21]They say that something wrong with me [00:06.98]Red rum, red rum (eh) [00:08.70]Hoodlum, I'm dumb (yeah) [00:10.32]Dusk dawn hell spawn (woah) [00:11.87]We don't get along [00:13.29] [00:13.60]Rock with it, lean with it [00:15.31]Styrofoam with lean in it [00:16.99]Party not popping, less my whole ******* team in it [00:20.52]Glenwood, hitting jugg's [00:22.13]*******s wish that they was good [00:23.74]But *******s couldn't keep it real [00:25.33]But I don't hold no ill will [00:27.14]I ain't got no ana', and you ain't got no stamina [00:30.35]So ******* don't you come at me [00:32.06]We know you ain't got no family [00:33.62]You ain't got no crew [00:35.34]Cause they don't keep it real with you [00:37.17]*******s keep it real with me [00:38.79]Despite all of my savagery [00:40.67]No matter what I steal, or all the *******s that I rob [00:44.11]Living on the west side [00:45.74]Pretty black heartthrob [00:47.51]The way I used to make her feel [00:49.18]I miss when we were only friends [00:50.75]Juggin' in the west end [00:52.46]Touching in the Westin [00:54.35]No matter what I steal, or all the *******s that I rob [00:57.68]Living on the west side [00:59.36]Pretty black heartthrob [01:00.97]The way I used to make her feel [01:03.20]I miss when we were only friends [01:05.22]Juggin' in the west end [01:06.24]Touching in the Westin [01:07.21] [01:07.72]Big house Duplex (yeah) [01:09.44]Suplex, who next (woah) [01:11.15]Russian roulette (yeah) [01:12.77]Bullet through neck (eh) [01:14.50]Brett Hart, sharpshooter [01:16.12]Scamming *******es on computers [01:17.82]Future in my hands [01:19.39]Popped a vyvanse, blew five bands [01:21.26]Hang time, gang signs [01:22.67]Use you're hands, fusion dance [01:23.88]Stay in school [01:24.57]So tinted [01:25.44]Oprah Winfrey, we ain't cool [01:26.74]So the whips is bullet proof [01:28.12]Getting throat in a jeep [01:29.38]A ******* ran off the streets [01:30.59]Say they got evidence on me [01:32.17]But that *******t ain't concrete [01:33.93] [01:34.64]No matter what I steal, or all the *******s that I rob [01:38.12]Living on the west side [01:39.89]Pretty black heartthrob [01:41.51]The way I used to make her feel [01:43.22]I miss when we were only friends [01:44.86]Juggin' in the west end [01:46.27]Touching in the Westin [01:48.19]No matter what I steal, or all the *******s that I rob [01:51.57]Living on the west side [01:53.19]Pretty black heartthrob [01:54.86]The way I used to make her feel [01:56.69]I miss when we were only friends [01:58.60]Juggin' in the west end [01:59.52]Touching in the Westin [02:01.57] [02:01.77]Better call the cops [02:03.39]I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block [02:05.22]Take *******t that don't belong to me [02:06.84]They say that something wrong with me [02:08.55]Red rum, red rum (eh) [02:10.07]Hoodlum, I'm dumb (yeah) [02:11.89]Dusk dawn hell spawn (woah) [02:13.61]We don't get along
