2001 4dr. Cadillac – Bad Azz – letras

f/ Butch Cassidy, Ras Kass, Sylk-E. Fyne[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]Up early in the morn’ (the morn)I’m thinkin’ as I yawn (I yawn)What am I gonna do?Well I should call my crew, I call my crewMan what a pretty day (pretty day)All the women wanna play (wanna play)But time is movin’ fastSo I should move my assCome on[Bad Azz]Come on, let’s go, get outLet’s show ’em what the West Coast aboutThe street life, cars with switches, we live on TVOr next to the stars with riches, you couldn’t see meSmashin’ in a Bentley Coupe through L.B.In an expensive suit, you tell meMe and Sylk-E. Fyne, platinum on this Blaqtoven beatAnd you’re in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleepWe hot nicks like Meth and Redman, make you BlackoutBack that ass up, enter this and throw your back outWe Thug to the Bone that’s why I keep it all ‘N HarmonyAnd – still I rise, won’t you come along with me?Let’s hit the streets and feel the sunshineI’ve been out all day long and I ain’t even seen one-timeLet’s hit the beach and then swerve through the WestsideLet’s drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side[Chorus][Sylk-E. Fyne]I’m wakin’ up early even before the sun crackUp collectin’ my paper in a brown paper bag, with my nigga BadPurse fat with a lot of cashWhile them bitches mad, we C-Walk and we smashStomp and stampede over the emeniesStill shinin’ and glistenin’, you can catch me in the streetsWith my thugs, hoodstas and hustle-ahsI love my niggaz, I’m at the club with my niggazCause it ain’t my fault they say I’m the bossiestAnd it ain’t my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shitGhetto stars we are own entourageWe drive ’em far, chauffers to roll our carsSo hell yeah, Mr. Bad I’ma go with yaFrom sunset to sunrise cause we them go-gettersAnd at the end of the yellow brick roadIt’s gold and platinum, so come on let’s roll[Chorus] – 2X[Ras Kass]I’m like a walkin’ night clubWherever I go we got budNigga want some drink? I got a dubIn these L.A. streets we got loveBig booty hoes, we got hugsYou got a motherfuckin’ problem? – We got slugs, we got thugsNeed a Romy on chrome, no place like homeBenzes and Broughams, we all the same like clones(Lil’, lil’) Lil’ niggaz with big homesWe platinum in the streets, so the gettin’ is goodBe in mansions on the hill, heart still livin’ in the hoodI’m a Watts baby, 99th & McKinleyRaised in C-arson so haters can come and get meSun roof, 80 proof, still fo’ muchCertain songs and watch all the homies throw upWe bang different sets but we all claim the WestLet’s get rich nigga, please, collect the checks[Butch Cassidy]You don’t want to fool with usYou best be cool with usPretty ladies we wanna fuckI’ll never leave cause in the West I trustYou don’t want to fool with usYou best be cool with usPretty ladies we wanna fuckI’ll never leave cause in the West I trust