Music to Die To

Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
 The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
 The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
 Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
 AMedusa on my chest, Venus by my side
 The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
 The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
 Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
 Just fucked up a check on clam chowder and shrimp, think I shoulda got lobster
 My homie Coupe told me next time that I land we gon' do it real proper
 Scuffed up my J's, was a wonderful day for a walk on the beach
 Took a swim, smoked a blunt, took a nap, damn I got sand in my sheets
 Spend a week in The West, but I flew from The East
 Wake up early in the morning, breath stankin' as I'm yawning on these California streets
 All gas, no brakes, that's the lingo round The Bay, swang it or don't bring it
 Pull up fifteens got my trunk bangin'
 Customers on line one got my phone ringing
 All about my paper think you need to make a payment
 Married to the game think you need to get acquainted
 Fresh taper in my scraper going dummy while I'm swangin'
 Hol' up
 Just got a call from the plug, posted in the 'jects with the dealers and the thugs
 Had to get it out the mud, God as my witness, my jury, my judge
 Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
 The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
 The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
 Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
 Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
 The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
 The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
 Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
 Let's Ride
 Westside
 Let's Ride
 Just popped a thizzler, might nine inch your sister
 Henny my cup, platinum cookies my swisher
 Don't keep it trilla than I can't fuck witcha'
 Bullies in hoodies with fullies come getcha'
 Women, weed, weather, shit can't get no better
 Provolone, mozzarella, fucking up this cheddar
 Get your hood stomped out like Def Jam Vendetta
 Shout out FEDE, we doin' everything forever
 Need chips with my dip and I don't need no lip
 Empty a clip let you ghostride the whip
 Mind on my grip and I'm gon' make it flip
 Lean on the switch feeling throwed than a bitch
 Drankin', thizzin', smokin', coastin'
 Forty, water, splash, ocean
 Gas, brake, dip, yokin'
 Headed, to the, town, Oakland
 On a money making mission getting to the paper
 Mobbin' with the squad, all black like the Raiders
 Real with my players, no love for the haters
 Smoking vapors, hella flavors, in a fresh pair of Taylor's
 Hol' up
 Just got a call from the plug, posted in the 'jects with the dealers and the thugs
 Had to get it out the mud, God as my witness, my jury, my judge
 Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
 The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
 The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
 Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
 Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
 The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
 The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
 Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
 Let's ride
 Westside
 Let's ride