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letra de webb st. - terayle

aye
aye
yeah, 1-2-1-2-1-2-1-2
yeah
look, west, uh

blackin’ out like a street top
when the beat drop – won’t quit til the beat stop
terayle got the juice now – its 2pac on a detox
independent my n-ggas playin’, we all winnin
opposition, them n-ggas wishin’, they all silly
pour it up and we sippin’ it til it’s all finished
layin’ women in lenin and fallin’ all in it – guarantee they all wit it – uh
comin’ from the land of the gang-bang
where they slang thangs and the kids do the same thang
find a plain jane, put her on a plane
change her mothaf-ckin life, drop her off, play the same game
who the realist in the game right now
with the fame right now and on stage right now, baby
young boy in the building
i was tryna wait but they needed my appearance, you feel me
i’m true to this
y’all n-ggas in the same boat
everybody wanna slang dope
guarantee any rapper that wanna jump around in the house of pain
i can hang ‘em from the same rope
on the track i’m usain bolt in a rain coat, with a tank top, and my eyes closed
spittin fire like a flame-thrower
with the whole mother f-ckin rap game strapped to my ankle
n-ggas tryna hate though – whoa – sh-t
independent, my n-ggas playin’ we know
this is joyner with a little bitta cole – uh
lil 2pac, with a little bitta of soul – uh
lil k. dot, with my own little spin witta a little bitta rock n’ a little bitta of roll – uh
little bit a little new with a lil bitta of old and im coming for top
gettin everything i’m owed witta flow of a god
i never spare the rod – i never show facade
i prolly cop a broad – and do a show abroad
and then i hear applause – they applaud, a n-gga bona fide
i’m like superfly mixed with dolemite
swallow beats and that’s genocide
so don’t come against me – that’s suicide
k!ll my vibe cause that’s homicide
my n-gga when i do it big – like a couple mill – then you gon’ feel
like another n-gga just got lucky
heard it back, then you play it twice, then you set it as your ring tone
sh-t just got ugly – uh
stop playin’ with me
i been ballin’ for years and i ain’t claim easy
i came up from the dirt and i don’t stain easy
put my foot on they neck and now they brain leakin’
ain’t no mothaf-ckin way i’m the same n-gga
and i put it on everybodies
i’m comin’ for everybody – i promise you i’m coming with a couple of hitters
a couple of jitters, a couple of moments, you don’t wanna miss it
so listen, i can play with the flow
i can speed it up – slow it down – spit it all around
one time for the home town n-gga, moval
profound, it’s prince of the tv screen and the freestyle n-gga, whoa
young fresh prince turned hanc-ck, blow ya chest out
if wanna f-ck around with the suicide squad
imma prolly turn deadshot with the headshot, n-gga – uh
yeah, gemini man witta plan, seven pounds in my pen
if i put it in my hands
imma leave a n-gga hitched where he stand – westside
throw the dubs up, west coast slang on a n-gga
bang on em, ghostface, wu-tang on a n-gga
insane in the membrane, cypress hill
all these these voices in my head how a psycho feels
the president of everybodies, i can strike the deal
federal reserve how i cycle mills
and i can win any minute, my n-gga gimme the pennant
the flow is olympic — i’m swimmin’ like i’m michael phelps
i’m like fa real, it’s quite surreal, i write to k!ll
so bite the curb or bite the steel
better never press me – never test me
cause i can lyrically murder anybody who don’t respect me
showin’ love to my young n-ggas
pull up and they run with us
they ain’t never been afraid so they run with us
i’m hotter than a heat-wok n-gga
get a heat stroke when my heat drop, n-gga finna celebrate
everybodies in effect — grab a sprite with a little bitta vsop in it
and grab a backwood – better make it pack good – pull up to the eastside n-gga
breakin’ through the walls like a sheet rock n-gga, -uh
i ride her wave like a beach rock
prolly reminiscing on ya broad while my peac-ck in it
and you gon cls when my pete rock n-gga
let that beat drop n-gga
i got it out the mud, out the roots
then i made it to the treetop n-gga cause i branched out
n-gga never had the sauce, b-tch i’m ranched out
hotter than anybody you hearin’ bout
i’m the best out, n-gga hands down
motha f-ck a hand out – n-gga i’m the f-ckin’ man now
and this the intro – n-gga y’all don’t even know what y’all in for, one time
west

yeah – 1-2-1-2-1-2-1—2

- terayle

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