south coast Lyrics

It's nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' that South Coast fourth in my truck

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' that South Coast fourth in my truck

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' that South Coast fourth in my truck

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' on the block, full of scarf

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

That ten on my hand in the bowl, nigga

Nigga, but I hold your scratch

Smoke shit comin' through my home

Town, ain't my hometown

Tellers got me scrapped, that's why it's smooth

Like shit, up far as your mark, you feel

I guess it's got to see that way

MCA, I bring home cheese

Funk, blankin

No more stickin', no more bluffin

Hold up, Minnie

I drop bombs like Hiroshima

Smell the aroma

Livin' in a coma

We work so damn well

We come with Taekwondo

On a Friday

I live like it's my motherfuckin' last one

Smoke so high, on a motherfuckin' Friday

Relaxin', it's my everyday

Occupations, rattlin' us

Before you test us

And let your nose hang

And let your nose hang

And let your nose hang

And let your nose hang, hang

It's nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' on the South Coast block, in my trunk

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' on the South Coast block, in my trunk

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' on the South Coast block, in my trunk

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' on the block, full of scum

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

From the couches, so we goin' out

Nigga, we packin' Glock, Jack, Knives

And even Slot-O's

Playin' around that South

Got your whole ass runnin' for miles

This ain't bout no goddamn horses or no fuckin' cow

Nigga, shut your mouth

When you step off in the South

Cause these South Coast girls about to turn some shit out

A.K.A. Feelin

Nickname Lil' P

Rollin' with these South Coast players

But nigga, feel me

Lay off that water

Like that nigga Pimpster

Take it, take it

Sideways, Texas killers

Nigga, don't try to run

And nigga, don't try to bust

Because

It's nothin' but that South Coast in us

It's nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' on the South Coast block, in my trunk

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' that South Coast block, in my trunk

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' that South Coast block, in my trunk

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city meta

I'm bumpin' on the block, full of scars

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

I'm a South, big in your whole ass, God

Cause ain't no motherfuckin' punk

I'm a bust with my punk

And let these motherfuckers know

Ain't no goddamn chump

I got that built in my trunk

Ready to get fucked up

And niggas in the hood

They full of that shit

And hoes claim they down

And bitches on my dick

Put GP on the map

Cause in Texas we lithe

Uh, Texas we lit niggas

It's nothin' but that South Coast city mega

I'm bumpin' that South Coast block, in my trunk

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city mega

I'm bumpin' that South Coast block, in my trunk

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city mega

I'm bumpin' that South Coast block, in my trunk

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

Nothin' but that South Coast city mega

I'm bumpin' on the block, full of scar

Can you feel me, nigga, feel me

I'm a teacher, baby, born and raised in the South

Pissin' niggas off, so why you need to drop out

I'm throwin' it round after round

Hand them blows after blows

Shootin' these motherfuckin' missiles on you punk-ass hoes

I rip your spine out your back

While screamin' Texas, bitch

I tell your girl to open her legs and let me stick this dick

I'm hittin' 16 switches

And my flea would lack

I put your hoe out my crib

And tell that beast to come back

Because in Texas, us niggas just built these hoes

It's not about cowboys or no rodeos

But you can test us, nigga, and we'll give you the beans

And to the murderin' ass killers, you know what I mean

What you mean

214 thugs, that's a badass team

I'm havin' psychopathic visions in my goddamn dream

A block rapin' and stealin', dyin' and killin

Beatin' niggas down, cause I'm a ruthless dealer

This be that down south shit just to be lettin' them haters know

That them players in Texas been rollin' on them folks

Not just the niggas, cause yeah, it be some bitches too

Cause when I'm rollin' down the street, I be pimpin' that lag too

Hell yeah, just a little somethin' to ease the mind

Pauly would do him both, and then we get high off that schwine

It be every day, in every way, what can I say

A track to memorize that brain with that pimpin' T-I-C-K

It's nothin' but that sap, no sin, nigga

I'm bumpin' that sap coast four in my trunk

Can you feel me

You feel me

Nothin' but that sap coast city, nigga

I'm bumpin' that sap coast four in my trunk

Can you feel me

You feel me

Nothin' but that sap coast city, nigga

I'm bumpin' that sap coast four in my trunk

Can you feel me

You feel me

Nothin' but that sap coast city, nigga

I'm bumpin' on the blunt, full no scope

Can you feel, nigga

Feel me