Westside Bad Boy Lyrics

August Gold

You niggas already know what it is

(Chuckles)

Yeah

Kazie

Breed Mafia

Niggas sayin' we like the westside "Bad Boys" or some shit

Got the Notorious B.I.G.

Diddy, Ma$e, Shyne, all that

Ay pass me my drink my nigga , yeah right there

Let me talk to 'em for a bit

Feel me

Look, if I grew up in the 90's I would of been a player

Women on my line with some gold and a pager

Bachelor pad, TV screens, with the Sega

Versace shades on, 3.0 some Daytons

Coogi sweater poppin', Tims all laced

Baby you in good hands, my game is All State

My name is well known

Ask about me

And I stay with The Breed Mafia around me

Bad ones surround me when whey used to clown me

I'm a king around town baby you should crown me

And I shock niggas with the shit that I get into

Making rap look easy killing these instrumentals

Who he say he beefing' with?

Shit not us

'Cause that'll have his boys looking like, "Who shot ya?"

Fly shit every time me and CHAD pop up

Lookin' like Sean Combs and Christopher Wallace

I'm a westside "Bad Boy"

Ridin' in a fast toy

Don't believe me, check the numbers on the dashboard

All about my cash in this race niggas last boy

Nah, I ain't the shooter know some niggas that'll blast for us

Hey, Oh

Hey, Oh (We gettin' to the money, what you mad for?)

Hey, Oh

Hey, Oh (Nigga what you mad for)

Got this gold on my wrist

Got this gold on neck

White tee all pressed and my feet lookin' fresh

Pants creased, baby see it so she show respect

And she smell the cologne on my neck, oh

She was looking good, the vibe was so cool

Hair did, nails done with the white toes too

Hit me 'round 9 shit I might roll through

Just to show you what this pipe in your life gon' do

Shit, I'm just playing we can go to the beach

Put your feet in the sand, have your phone out of reach

I know your man hit you up but you're chillin' with me

She said never in her life has she been so intrigued

Kazie, Kazie, Kazie, can't you see?

You make these niggas look Fugazi

And I don't chase women, shit, they all chase me

Play the game by the rules and never let them play me

I'm a westside "Bad Boy"

Ridin' in a fast toy

Don't believe me, check the numbers on the dashboard

All about my cash in this race niggas last boy

Nah, I ain't the shooter know some niggas that'll blast for us

Hey, Oh

Hey, Oh (We gettin' to the money, what you mad for?)

Hey, Oh

Hey, Oh (Nigga what you mad for)