2001 4dr. Cadillac

(feat. Butch Cassidy, Ras Kass, Sylk-E. Fyne)
 [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
 Up early in the morn' (the morn)
 I'm thinkin' as I yawn (I yawn)
 What am I gonna do?
 Well I should call my crew, I call my crew
 Man what a pretty day (pretty day)
 All the women wanna play (wanna play)
 But time is movin' fast
 So I should move my ass
 Come on
 [Bad Azz]
 Come on, let's go, get out
 Let's show 'em what the West Coast about
 The street life, cars with switches, we live on TV
 Or next to the stars with riches, you couldn't see me
 Smashin' in a Bentley Coupe through L.B.
 In an expensive suit, you tell me
 Me and Sylk-E. Fyne, platinum on this Blaqtoven beat
 And you're in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleep
 We hot nicks like Meth and Redman, make you Blackout
 Back that ass up, enter this and throw your back out
 We Thug to the Bone that's why I keep it all 'N Harmony
 And - still I rise, won't you come along with me?
 Let's hit the streets and feel the sunshine
 I've been out all day long and I ain't even seen one-time
 Let's hit the beach and then swerve through the Westside
 Let's drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side
 [Chorus]
 [Sylk-E. Fyne]
 I'm wakin' up early even before the sun crack
 Up collectin' my paper in a brown paper bag, with my nigga Bad
 Purse fat with a lot of cash
 While them bitches mad, we C-Walk and we smash
 Stomp and stampede over the emenies
 Still shinin' and glistenin', you can catch me in the streets
 With my thugs, hoodstas and hustle-ahs
 I love my niggaz, I'm at the club with my niggaz
 Cause it ain't my fault they say I'm the bossiest
 And it ain't my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shit
 Ghetto stars we are own entourage
 We drive 'em far, chauffers to roll our cars
 So hell yeah, Mr. Bad I'ma go with ya
 From sunset to sunrise cause we them go-getters
 And at the end of the yellow brick road
 It's gold and platinum, so come on let's roll
 [Chorus x2]
 [Ras Kass]
 I'm like a walkin' night club
 Wherever I go we got bud
 Nigga want some drink? I got a dub
 In these L.A. streets we got love
 Big booty hoes, we got hugs
 You got a motherfuckin' problem? - We got slugs, we got thugs
 Need a Romy on chrome, no place like home
 Benzes and Broughams, we all the same like clones
 (Lil', lil') Lil' niggaz with big homes
 We platinum in the streets, so the gettin' is good
 Be in mansions on the hill, heart still livin' in the hood
 I'm a Watts baby, 99th & McKinley
 Raised in C-arson so haters can come and get me
 Sun roof, 80 proof, still fo' much
 Certain songs and watch all the homies throw up
 We bang different sets but we all claim the West
 Let's get rich nigga, please, collect the checks
 [Butch Cassidy]
 You don't want to fool with us
 You best be cool with us
 Pretty ladies we wanna fuck
 I'll never leave cause in the West I trust
 You don't want to fool with us
 You best be cool with us
 Pretty ladies we wanna fuck
 I'll never leave cause in the West I trust