Whoop Whoop Lyrics

Now, there's a revelation here that is absolutely astounding

Most people never see it, they read right by it

And suddenly, because I was immobile, or immobilized, suddenly I saw something that I had never seen before

And it's outstanding. Listen to this. Verse 16

One for the show shot, two for my whole block, one more for the stove top

House on the low, where I blow and I grow pot on

Crystal castle, double doors with the chrome locks

Palisade waves, cascade on my low tops. Candy up a red rover, rolling over roadblocks

Bro, I'm smoking on the gold crop. You and your crew got no ops

Bubba Glock flow, you're no hot hammer. Still, do your brains hang out like an old mop

Listen to me. Peep the story, do the teaching

Big Carter, Love Jones off my well-dressed deacon

Beat it up in my suite and make plans for next weekend

Next, I'm back on the streets and we'll screech it

Keep it with the mini-missiles, heat seeking

Your dudes gon' pull up muscle, y'all keep reaching

Four, five, or the douche, douche blaze it to your face and do more than knock your tooth loose

Mob it in the fluke coupe, sliding down the shawl, I'm the truth, homie

Four, five, or the douche, douche blaze it to your face and do more than knock your tooth loose

Mob it in the fluke coupe, sliding down the shawl, I'm the truth, homie

Smooth when I'm stepping on two-meter Teflon

I'm too cool, whoop-de-whoop, move up a echelon

Hammer paint your face like some Revlon

Marijuana, mix it with the hash, bitch, I carry on

Told this big Westside gun no Harry Frod

Your bae at my place in all white, turn the berry on

Little mamacita sippin' Deleon

Whisperin' them secrets like a scary song

Hit it in blue smoke down her throat, that's the belly bong

Dirty feet, now she in the streets with the smelly thong

Glow so relentless, got to your wig, niggas lost most they pigment

My aura's preeminent, Inglewood's finest for sure, the flow ignorant

Flow so ignorant, Inglewood's finest, you're big with the ill payment shit

Four five or the douche, douche blaze into your face and do more then I get two flutes

Mobbin' in the flu cope, slide down the shower, I'm the truth, homie, whoop-de-whoop

Four five or the douche, douche blaze into your face and do more then I get two flutes, nigga

Mobbin' in the flu cope, slide down the shower, I'm the truth, homie, whoop-de-whoop

Do my dance, smoke my buzz, next I dress my fingers up

Do my dance, smoke my buzz, West Coast just don't give a fuck

Do my dance, smoke my buzz, next I dress my fingers up

Do my dance, smoke my buzz, West Coast just don't give a fuck

Yeah, shout out to my bro, Phil Gector

Shout out to the whole Crate Cartel, what up, Fluey

Shout out to my whole home team, Empire, you feel me

We out here

We out here

Do my dance, smoke my buzz, next I dress my fingers up

Do my dance, smoke my buzz, West Coast just don't give a fuck

Do my dance, smoke my buzz, next I twist my fingers up

Do my dance, smoke my buzz, West Coast just don't give a fuck