The West - Blu

Ayo, crusin' down Western with them colourful hats

Gold and that black such a lovable match

The rap huxtable, comfy like bubbles and baths

Wasn’t fucking with the putting brown bubbles in bags

I’m from the West, my flag got them brown bear on it

Sagged and rocked rags when my folks ain’t condone it

When the folks in the stones was opponents I was postin' in my room

Staring at the wall

Wishing I was a baller, or a little bit taller

Now I’m 6'4 I want a 64' Impala

System serving the city

City staining walls up

Thinking bout my father when I look at that revolver

Nigga, ayo

Peeling off Crenshaw, Crippin' with Co$$

KRIT up in the bulls, Beaner Bee (?) be the boss

I’m trying not to floss the hog sauce or the Häagen-Dazs

Hopping off, holla at me, had

Mad personality, swag on

Vernon Ave, Trojan on the Trojan cap

Orange juice Simpson

Imma murk that

Circled back I seen her, she bendy, she kinda bad

If she don’t know your boy tell her to hop in the back

I keep the chrome strap under both seats like my og

Cold streets put the heat back where it’s supposed to be

Rollin' through the drive-in and we were loking

My niggas wasn’t supposed to be back there

The West, the west, the west

Sitting on Slauson for the fish and the bread

C’s on my head like the Cincinnati Reds

Niggas know my business like them bitches is Feds

I’m like Chauncey Billups niggas if I get to they head

I called MED just to getcha some meds

Co$$ fled, cough red, gangrene to the head

Same thing to D-Nez (?)

Now stranded on Western like a western with a

Bold sweater yo, them niggas know majessas (?)

Chicks was all pepper cuz she knew I’d sweat her

If I was a regular

But I’m a G I threw that letter up

Cali’s a G too I met her once

She told me when all them west Africans stay here, they cheddar up

Gave her gold, it’s a child born, flesh and blood

Called them Blu just to prove the west won