1. |
Intro
00:17
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2. |
The Coast
03:03
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3. |
Promo
03:11
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After the seventh bottle we sever ties
Seventeen thousand watching while you do it live
You be whilin, so do I
I don’t know the rules I make em all mine
So lovely how the money rain down on you
Ain’t it funny how the honey keep a tip jar full?
You do everything my ex girlfriend don’t do
But it ain’t about you
Pull up in all white vans same color all my fans
I really rock bands hoes call me Led Zeppelin
But I don’t really wear tight pants
Enough of that jazz
Bought a three flat in the south of the land
Cool as mike gam face in the mags
I ain’t talking bout covad
My lifestyle get sad just pulling your leg
Internet hit like curry she telling all her friends
And I'm all for it
I just keep on scoring
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten check the scoreboard
Ex calling and I hit forward
I got business more important
I’m down south Houston and Georgia
I’m tied up and I ain’t cooperate
Made a fortune off my sorrows
Felt like I just hit the lotto
Took her shopping in San Pablo
Then went right back to Chicago
Show popping at the college
Slide in dm’s sent out follows
Designer belt look like a tital
Pockets buff but I ain’t shia
Pants on fire, hands on fire
Rap like I just ate two cayennes
I’m that new king of the jungle
Rap like I just killed to Lions
Got this shit down to a science
I can’t lose I’m too defiant
She fuck me like I’m her client
Unzip me girl while I’m driving
She gon suck me for promo
Ride that dick full throttle that’s pro bono
I get way too caught up
I just bought a pair of new condom for that ass
Big ole bag of dollars
My whole family solid bring more bottles
I ain’t got no problems
I just bought a brand new condo all with cash
She gon suck me for promo
Ride that dick full throttle that’s pro bono
I get way too caught up
I just bought a pair of new condom for that ass
Big ole bag of dollars
My whole family solid bring more bottles
I ain’t got no problems
I just bought a brand new condo all with cash
After the seventh bottle we sever ties
Seventeen thousand watching while you do it live
You be whilin, so do I
I don’t know the rules, I make em all mine
So lovely how the money rain down on you
Ain’t it funny how the honey keep a tip jar full?
You do everything my ex girlfriend don’t do
But it ain’t about you
Came up elevator hella hater
Almost got popped like Pac in Vegas
Don’t fret danger just make her wet explain her
I don’t understand fuck me for all her fans
Suck me for my all bands
No chance when I’m killing like Cam
Doin my dance running man
All In my livin’ room It was cool til a million 2
Now my mood not feeling you
I know you feel misused
Excuse to talk won’t do miss
I won’t miss you
You my number two I can’t run with you
Gotta wife and the girl on the side
Wit a grip like mine she cool let this shit slide
Dry eyes lets just ride
Got a pre roll smoke let’s get high
To the sunset on the west side
No test of mine I just testified
Can catch all night then take flight
When it’s out no stage fright
Said love my type stretch windpipe
Wasn’t for me would’ve been dyke
You owe me a ring no thing
Put one around her whole eye
Obligation don’t hold I goals over hoes
Money cash dough see I what I mean
See how I be pimpin’ like c
On B L A D’s
Onto new lady You going too crazy
Chances slimmer than 88 shady
Hate me begging don’t phase me
Bored can’t talk it no more
Guess you just hitting the door
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4. |
LA
04:57
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5. |
Woke Up
03:00
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Woke up this morning
Weed an breakfast on my mind
Vaporize an find myself a peach
I'm from California where
Peaches grown on beaches and
Marijuana legal and shirt gone, sexy on
Like a mothafucka coming from
Under the shade in the place where we lamp
By the bar with the stars
No sand on my sneaks so I park my car on the beach
Keys, valet please while I valet my thing inside of Valerie
She got a love jones I am a Jones
That's Southside on my mama's side
MISS I-S-S-I to the P-P-I , landing in the O-A-K
Where they say that we go, hoes love pimp cause we Too $hort
I stick by my statement
Not even Doc Venkman can stop the ghost in the whip
It's out of control Since the Coachella show
So holla at 2Pacalypse ridin proper in the Impala chick
Shonuff, I'm zonin, met her at Pier 39
Walkin tall, prints on Ocean Beach
And I'll go, way down south where the palm trees sprout
Girls talk sweet but they actin out with they assets out, ow
Boardwalk, boarding
These vans not jordans
Comin from the land of the brickhouse boarded
A dollar with a plan and a ticket to the ocean
PCH coastin
Now im on the sand and my hand on a fortune
I had a Cadillac and the lac barely started
Now I don't use keys when I enter my apartment
But now we on Pacific Ave I got the gift of gab
Na na na nah na nah these niggas talkin
Sippin quavo in the process
With different flavors I be coughing
A billion women in a mosh pit
Hood bitches, hipsters, Moraccans
My homie told me to watch it
This type of lifestyle get toxic, I know
Woke up this morning
Weed & breakfast on my mind
Vaporize & find myself a peach
I'm from California where
Peaches grown on beaches and
Marijuana legal and
Shirt gone, sexy on
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6. |
Smoke Beak Pt.1
02:37
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7. |
Oxtails
03:23
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This make me feel like sum
The real light, sun
My appeal right, huh
Slither downtown one time for the kid
You the main course and I didn’t eat
Simmer on down when you ring my line
Act mannish when you need me
Mainy gather your thoughts
I don’t gather mine bitch, I’m me
Gather your thoughts
I don’t gather mine
They used to tell tales bout our missions
Oxtails in the kitchen
When you whipping up me somethin, huh
I been on the FaceTime, overtime
iPhone locked, gimme head recognition, huh
Gather your thoughts
I don’t rather mine, bitch I’m me
Gather your thoughts
I don’t gather mine
Girl, what type of time you on?
Talk me into any petty crime you want
You got my thoughts involved
I been in your city plenty times before
Confident nigga but I’m still humble
Quit texting in my phone with them green bubbles
Pit stops at the Harold’s when my stomach rumble
Bitch slap a Karen if she talking we can all scuffle
And this ain’t a Tesla boy it’s all muscle
Haters say I’m flexing but it’s all hustle
Spanish mami starting heating menudo
Gave me head and her Hulu
Chuck the duece and told me we a couple
But you know that ya boy don’t like hand cuff
Big spender flake on bitches like dandruff
Clear intents like exposed campers
I son niggas Fred Sanford
Yeah chain hang diamonds yellow like a urine stain
Aye got em pissed off day after day
Driving fast like this car never came with brakes
Do yourself a favor babe
Drop the lame and get with game
Gather your thoughts
I don’t rather mine, bitch I’m me
Gather your thoughts
I don’t gather mine
Girl, what type of time you on?
Talk me into any petty crime you want
You got my thoughts involved
I been in your city plenty times before
Heard mad shit over catfish
Bout the stash in the mattress
Front wit the store full of fabrics
Feds can’t know how I’m established
Interstate traffic funding my habits
Keep a weapon close
Niggas hit the doors they be jacking
I had mad shit, home and a bad bitch
Hit the Sco for the package
Italian guy with the ice cream
Icee no flavor though
Hands full of rings keep it player though
What you sayin’ no Liberace
Chest naked sweating through Versace
Gaudy like don’t give a fuck what it cost me
If I got it you can have it
Every since I put my niggas on gotta habit
We like to stack cheese
Go crazy on 580 whippin’ like granny in the kitchen
Oxtails in the skillet on a fuckin’ mission
Y’all dissin we ain’t trippin this the god edition
Tried to told you but you didn’t listen
Now you kneeled before the ring
And tried to fuckin kiss it
Y’all the shit I must’ve missed it
You wasn’t down when we was splitting
8ths and backwoods I’m all good
#Instrumental
Gather your thoughts
I don’t rather mine, bitch I’m me
Gather your thoughts
I don’t gather mine
Girl, what type of time you on?
Talk me into any petty crime you want
You got my thoughts involved
I been in your city plenty times before
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8. |
Pillow Talk
03:03
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9. |
Gwen
03:58
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10. |
Aint For Sale
03:23
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11. |
Friend
03:00
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UglyFace Tracy, California
A scrunched-up nose. An exaggerated twist of the lips. You feel it on your face before it happens. The moment the bass drops and rattles your rearview mirror. The clever line that takes a verse from great to legendary. The perfect sample. The catchiest hook. The hardest drums. That visceral moment embodies UglyFace, the chosen collective moniker of four childhood friends - - turned rap group. ... more
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