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The Old Groove
(专辑: WWCD - 2019)
[Westside Gunn:] Ayo, where I'm from, these nigga shoot bitches and kids (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom) Megabus upstairs, I
had it taped to my ribs (Ah) Stupid motherfucker ain't find a
brick in the
fridge Only got 10K, fuck that, we going back, Lord (Man, fuck that, man, we going back, I
told you the
fucking brick was in the
fridge, yo) 10K, fuck that, we going back, Lord (What's up, baby? Stroller) Pineapple Urus, cocaine purest (Ah) Trench on, shit only came out in Europe (Ah) My shooter on syrup (Grr) Kicks I
got on, you never heard of (Uh-uh) My Puerto Rican bitch from La Perla Rub the
coke on my gums, that shit was magnifique (Ah) Hugged the
plug, told him same time next week Jewelry fresh, the
bitches all on my neck (Ah) In the
Guggenheim, I
had the
fold-up TEC (Grr) Fendi headband, I
didn't break a
sweat (Uh-uh) Same nigga had Vicky eating out LaVette (Woo) There's Genovese all over (Ah) Wallabees cobra, graveyard shift Motorolas (Brr) Brick after brick after brick, Lord, game over (Ah) Ike just came home for a
second time (Second time) Could've fucked your bitch, I
told her never mind (Told her never mind) My team vicious, walk, talk, eat different (Ah) Got a
whole brick, I
had to remix it (Remix) Shit look like Jermaine Dupri whipped it (Whip) Talk Caesar, seasick, them bullets keep hitting (Grr) Toss the
F&N like a
flea-flicker (Boom, boom, boom, boom) [Conway the
Machine:] Preach, nigga, they getting money while we richer Key flippers, Amiri jeans, Louis V
slippers Out of town OG shippers to the
weed pitchers You don't ever squeeze your blicker and that's where we differ (We ain't the
same, niggas) I
don't hesitate to bust my chrome Bar for bar, can't no nigga touch my zone Niggas know what the
fuck I'm on Playing spades in the
county and niggas know not to touch my phone, yeah (Don't touch my phone) My plug a
giant in New York, he got them things in (Ah) Send me thirteen to Cleveland, like the
G-men (Hahaha) Griselda the
championship team, we got the
rings in (Yeah) Mad as fuck, my shooter got deported back to Kingston (It's fucked up) Your pockets not deep enough, do not beef with us How can we be touched? You niggas don't got reach enough You not street enough, I
will come through your block and I
street sweep it up (Brr) Griselda, you niggas cannot eat with us, yeah That's something that I
cannot preach enough (Yeah) 40 on me, homie, I
keep it tucked (Hah) I'ma keep it a
buck (Yeah) If you a
fuck nigga, do not speak to us We got Flee with us Thirty shot Glocks'll heat shit up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Machine [Benny the
Butcher:] Mind your business, nigga, tuck your paper (Tuck that) When it's on, my shooter teflon a
couple layers Every day I
put on gold like a
fucking Laker (Fucking Laker) Out west pushing them foreign shits up LaBrea (Skrrt) You know the
outcome when your pedigree is Martin, Malcolm Don't 'preciate you, and when you dead, they study all your albums I
was young and sonning them niggas that you call a
thousand (Them niggas?) I
was hustling, fronting them old niggas all them ounces (Where my money at?) Quarter brick under my mattress and my father found it (True story) Wanted me out, and all I
did is make him call it down here (Come get this) I
just put my dick in her mouth, you bought that ho Louboutins (Fuck you doin'?) I
caught a
bomb in the
A, but don't play for the
Falcons (Nah) Ain't no linking back with niggas I
had a
falling out with (Fuck 'em) They only start that shit with you so they can talk about it (Talk about it) It's cool, and we can take it far as y'all allow it (What's poppin'?) I
spin through, your Gucci hoodie gon' have chalk around it (Brr) Yeah, nah, I
can't forget them traps that I
had hostage (Had hostage) Walking 'round with your re-up in my back pocket (Hahahaha) I
use your baby mama for a
stash option I
couldn't trust that bitch, so she was my last option Uh, every time we drop, we gave hell to niggas (Gave hell to niggas) So they top five got all three Griselda members Dope spot, a
bunch of empty shells was in it How I
make that brick jump? I
had to put my elbow in it Let's go [Novel:] I
ain't playing no games (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I
said this is, my nigga, this is my life, oh, shit (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I
said listen, listen (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Never had a
jump shot, but had a
cold pen Papa was an old pimp that used to smoke Slims, uh I
ain't the
one for the
tussling Quick to tell a
bitch nigga, "Do something, then" Brown Timbs with the
Polo fleece, uh Youngins pushing packs, control those streets And po-po'll flash the
lights tryna find these niggas Them cocaine '80s turned me into a
grimy nigga, ooh It's all about the
yams Mama always told me, "Pay your Uncle Sam" Single mother, always had us on the
lam Living in them shelters, spaghetti and hot Spam, goddamn Pots down, catch the
bus to Campton On my way to Sunday service with my niggas lamping Mrs. Harris used to make a
mean catfish We was teens, used to watch the
fiends backflip Talking to themselves, selling they love That crack rock is a
hell of a
drug In the
stash spot, never sell out your plug Anyone can get shot and killed, so I
had to get out for real 'Cause I'm in another zone You know the
ghetto's home You know the
ghetto's home You know the
ghetto's home I'm in another zone You know the
ghetto's home You know the
ghetto's home You know the
ghetto's home 'Cause I'm in another zone You know the
ghetto's home You know the
ghetto's home You know the
ghetto's home I'm in another zone You know the
ghetto's home You know the
ghetto's home You know the
ghetto's home
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