WESTSIDE BOOGIE ft. DJTY INFAMOUS Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's right. That's right. That's right

New rhyme cinema in this muthafucka

I tell you the truth, New Rhyme Cinema the label and group

We rolling up the kush as we bail in the Coupe

Ty, this beat so dope that you could sell it to Snoop

I flame up the Jane, i stay in my lane

With a joystick in my hand that came with the game

So don't play with me mane, i got three bad bitches

And they ages the same

Bro blessed me with the diamond charm that came with the chain

We in a dangerous game, so stick to r&b

That's if you able to sing

Cause the same muthafuckas that's dapping you up

Come sliding through the back door capping you up

You was only in the game trying to grab a few bucks

Flow hard like tackling Gronk

In the back of the trunk, i got four eighteens

Sound like wrestling Hulk, spectacular funk, uhhh

Still crumbling erb, unless you wanna battle

Don't say a mumbling word

We stepping through the city like we coming to purge

Leave a pile of dead rappers right in front of the curb

Cause I'm really the GOAT

These rappers ain't better, they just really promote

They can show it on the Gram but they really be broke

How you call yourself a rapper with no lyrical quotes

You can roll my shit and smoke it this is really good dope

The sticky icky ickiest

Can't pass the eighty to Joe, he was the pickiest

Anything less than Dro, he wouldn't hit the shit

Don't pass the sack to bink he was the trickiest

He would pinch a nick up out your dub

He would sneek your bitch up out the club

I'm just showing all my niggas love

All my niggas on the Westside throwing up the dub

I'm blowing pressure in a Maybach

Behind five percent tint i know ya'll muthafuckas hate that

I been the shit since way back

I could Jeopardize the game like my name was Pat Sajack

I got the gift, gimmie that bomb beat from Inf

And I'll hit the studio and I'll burn one with Swift

Ya'll busters better recognize

We don't roll like a mob, we a enterprise

Getting money on the back end

Cause every show that we rock it be stacked up and packed in

Ain't no room for no stand in

If they getting out of line, knots landing, slamming

It's boss life til i d.i.e

I spit nothing but the truth on the m.i.c

Player haters try to run, and mess with me

But they all get punched in the e.y.e

Straight up