Letra de Cain Tejada - Westside Gunn

Yeah, yeah

You could be anythin' in this world but me, nigga (But me, nigga)

All I need is one good pan and a bath

The Lord of all lords (Woo)

The king of all kings

Super Flygod

Ayo

Pissy work, berserk, left wrist made his feelings hurt (Whip)

Shoot your block up, spin in the 'vert, my right wrist was vert' (Skrrt)

Been had two commas, click-clack for new drama (Ah)

Champagne popper for old drama, brains on the scrobe collar

Shootouts with Jake, disappear like Cane Tejada

Thousand 'round drum, shootin' it like it ain't tomorrow (Brr)

Young boy, put your gun down and take your Shahada

You don't want any problems (Uh-uh), I don't eat Benihana's (Uh-uh)

Louis V silk pajamas, prima donna's lovin' my persona

Cold world, wire the mind, look (Ah)

All Kwanzaa I'ma look like Marley in some Sambas

Ruger on my lap, watchin' Luger vs. Tatanka (Ah)

Movin' this block up, blocka, blocka

Knock your head off, lift it up like an Oscar (Hmm)

Body in the trash, like he Oscar

Camouflage, Óscar de la Renta goggles on, I'm a monster

'Rari, no doors (Skrrt), the world is yours (World is yours)

Sharks in the see-through floors, quarter bird on the Forbes (Ah)

That's what you need, peace, man

Yes

Don't wanna be, you don't wanna be around no violence

And all that crazy stuff

Yeah, man

You're on top, you're rich and powerful now

Yes, sir

You gotta stay up there, man

Yes, sir

Stay up there, West

You the top one, man, you represent us all, man

You know it

The number one out of Buff', listen, man

You the number one out of rough Buff', man

You the man

Yes, sir

And I appreciate everything that you do for me

I appreciate you putting me in the magazines

I appreciate what you was on the video

I seen you when you was talking on the videos

On the radio thing with the dudes and all that

Everything you done for me is good, is great, man

And I appreciate everything that you do

Pissy work, berserk, left wrist made his feelings hurt (Whip)

Shoot your block up, spin in the 'vert, my right wrist was vert'

Been had two commas, click-clack for new drama (Ah)

Champagne popper for old drama, brains on the scrobe collar

Shootouts with Jake, disappear like Cane Tejeda

Thousand 'round drum, shootin' it like it ain't tomorrow (Brr)

Young boy, put your gun down and take a shot

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