Western Ways

(Verse 1)
 Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land
 Give me a fat sack of weed and some cash in hand
 Some vatos that can handle themselves out on the road
 And I guaran-damn-tee you the spot will explode
 I wanna rock Sur Califa Midwest known to deliver
 Gettin stoned lookin' out over the Hudson River
 See we poppin' worldwide West to East
 Anywhere there's stomach acid in the belly of the beast
 Where teeth is grittin' rundown but still hittin'
 In their rides top tippin' with my cut straight dippin'
 Be the type to leave you dazed out blowin' snot bubbles
 Like a late-nite bud binge face down in the puddle
 If there's one thing I've learned in my travels that's ironic
 We all the same it's just we smoked different chronic
 We are carnales homes it's like you didn't know
 You're the reason I came I think it's time to flow
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 I've been around in the game much longer than you can figure
 All across the map to keep my pocket book bigger
 The late-nite binges the all-nite party
 Daily gettin' twisted off the herb and Bacardi
 Rollin with my homeboys but they more like family
 Started in the West now to the East is where they're flyin' me
 A first class ticket we flyin' overseas
 Pissin' in the snow right down beside the Autobon
 Crossing the Atlantic feeling Germany's breeze
 Shook the spot in Hamburg ended up in Amsterdam
 Hit the skies again back home to my Califas
 A little champagne the huero's high off the reefa
 Let's take a little trip down south of the border
 Chillin' con mis compas tequila is in order
 That's how it goes now I'm headed back home
 Livin' on the road till my record sells gold
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 No matter how you see it now it's quite the same
 You can tour with or for that platinum fame
 I give a damn about the fame homeboy now you can keep that
 I tour for the crema the masa the f**king straight cash
 Fame don't pay the bills that's on the real
 Only cash from my rola with that mass appeal
 I got all yall in my sights tonite
 You should be pumpin' like a hydro if all goes right
 I plan to rock my funky rolas from the gates of California
 Jams like a bug-a-boo all up on ya
 Passin' entrance aw you know
 I can't fight it yo I think it's time we go...
 (Chorus)