207 Western ft. B.S. Lyrics

Yeah

Cash is cool but I'll take credit or some real-estate

Made some bad investments think I should be okay

50 cent sodas had the hood going craze

Sold candy as a kid for a couple grades

Long nights early days keeps the fails away

Lose the heli in the Wood see another day

I know somebody auntie hitting on they parlay

The best photographer was raised in the Bay

The candy house was always booming down the block

Could cop anything from blunts to some ring pops

You ain't from LA if you switched up on the tube socks

Don't you worry bout what's in the ALD stash box

yuh,

Don't worry bout it

(yeah It's a science to this shit)

That shit don't concern you

(Imma stretch it out tho)

Mind your fucking business

My dope fiends love me like strippers love stilettos

They take wood, lie, fuck with old nigga Pinocchio Gapetoo

White fiend hit the stem start playing air heavy metal

He catch the 207 Western to cop in the ghetto

Sold him a dub for his brothers 22' inch Franco

Fiend re-rocking with a spoon talking about to much baking soda

Strawberry brought a piasas who wanted to spend 300 dollars over

Another fiend relapsed whole check gone, three years sober

Who said crack is wack

I say crack is back

Crack is back

I said crack is back!