Westside Livin' (feat. The Jacka)
Good living my nigga straight out of prison
Shout out to them women who held him down while he in it
Motivation visits and letter that's hand written
Used to give him updates on all the women he missing
Wishing, we could do it back to 98'
Classy women bright colors and some roller skates
But ain't no way that go today, these hoes today be so a waste
Shorty can't even cook a meal but she can roll a J
Okay, I see just how you working
Shots for the ladies who be waking up and working
Shots for the hustlers who be waking up and serving
This is G shit only Tanqueray is what I'm serving I be
Straight cooling, shorty how you doin
Summertime playa smash twice then I'm moving
Like who the hell is we fooling we knew that we couldn't do it
You rocking with me today but fuckin with him you losing, cuz
I'm just westside living on a westside night
Westside women, with my westside life
Westside hustle, on a westside price
And the fam's all here, so everything's, all right
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
But I move, like a New York minute, oh
Bitches swallow me
Cuz you sweeter than Impala meat
Me and Zai leaning like a 64' Impala be
Ha, we're millionaires
All my partners proud of me
Hustle with our peers, so our phone ring constantly
You come through here, A hundred thousand ain't a lot to me
Business on a boat, we gone get high as falconry
Still a Sargent girls smoking on my balcony
Bouta shock the world, every show I'm closing out the place
From where you need a double drum to go about your day
Westside living counting chicken cuz we found a way
Jack, I'm just a dial away
This one for them niggas in the prisons getting out today
Damn, this that feel good shit
Make all the bitches want to feel good dick
In the traffic with my cousin, push the button on the trip
Got your women, but the hundreds what we fell in love with
I'm just westside living on a westside night
Westside women, with my westside life
Westside hustle, on a westside price
And the fam's all here, so everything's, all right
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
But I move, like a New York minute, oh
Un, talking troubles got a set of my own
Still amazed how the smallest shit is overblown
Used to see trees for mixtape money and food to eat
Back in my college my apartment, it was me and Stephanie
I would go to class late, sell the homie the 8th
Party all night, study hard all day
Now I'm back around the way cuz I mean what I say
I got visions of stacking A half A mil in A safe
One life, two ways
We on top toupee's
And if Jack ain't with it, I ain't with that mane
Lil mama nice face, ain't with that frame
Simon told her do a sit up, she ain't with that game
So I, I lay lower, Palm trees Corona
Westside weather resemble Daytona
Cuck Tay's with a green bag or the odor
Shout out to the niggas living exactly how they supposed to
I'm just westside living on a westside night
Westside women, with my westside life
Westside hustle, on a westside price
And the fam's all here, so everything's, all right
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
But I move, like a New York minute, oh
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
Shout out to them women who held him down while he in it
Motivation visits and letter that's hand written
Used to give him updates on all the women he missing
Wishing, we could do it back to 98'
Classy women bright colors and some roller skates
But ain't no way that go today, these hoes today be so a waste
Shorty can't even cook a meal but she can roll a J
Okay, I see just how you working
Shots for the ladies who be waking up and working
Shots for the hustlers who be waking up and serving
This is G shit only Tanqueray is what I'm serving I be
Straight cooling, shorty how you doin
Summertime playa smash twice then I'm moving
Like who the hell is we fooling we knew that we couldn't do it
You rocking with me today but fuckin with him you losing, cuz
I'm just westside living on a westside night
Westside women, with my westside life
Westside hustle, on a westside price
And the fam's all here, so everything's, all right
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
But I move, like a New York minute, oh
Bitches swallow me
Cuz you sweeter than Impala meat
Me and Zai leaning like a 64' Impala be
Ha, we're millionaires
All my partners proud of me
Hustle with our peers, so our phone ring constantly
You come through here, A hundred thousand ain't a lot to me
Business on a boat, we gone get high as falconry
Still a Sargent girls smoking on my balcony
Bouta shock the world, every show I'm closing out the place
From where you need a double drum to go about your day
Westside living counting chicken cuz we found a way
Jack, I'm just a dial away
This one for them niggas in the prisons getting out today
Damn, this that feel good shit
Make all the bitches want to feel good dick
In the traffic with my cousin, push the button on the trip
Got your women, but the hundreds what we fell in love with
I'm just westside living on a westside night
Westside women, with my westside life
Westside hustle, on a westside price
And the fam's all here, so everything's, all right
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
But I move, like a New York minute, oh
Un, talking troubles got a set of my own
Still amazed how the smallest shit is overblown
Used to see trees for mixtape money and food to eat
Back in my college my apartment, it was me and Stephanie
I would go to class late, sell the homie the 8th
Party all night, study hard all day
Now I'm back around the way cuz I mean what I say
I got visions of stacking A half A mil in A safe
One life, two ways
We on top toupee's
And if Jack ain't with it, I ain't with that mane
Lil mama nice face, ain't with that frame
Simon told her do a sit up, she ain't with that game
So I, I lay lower, Palm trees Corona
Westside weather resemble Daytona
Cuck Tay's with a green bag or the odor
Shout out to the niggas living exactly how they supposed to
I'm just westside living on a westside night
Westside women, with my westside life
Westside hustle, on a westside price
And the fam's all here, so everything's, all right
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
Westside how I'm living
But I move, like a New York minute, oh
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
I send ya bitch
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Writer(s): Christian Cooper
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