714 2 The 415 (Radio Edit) ft. Mr. Mash & The Tigg Lyrics

Record me out the blue or something, you know

Catch me on one of them moments

Yo, uh, uh

This how we do, nigga

Yo, yo

One, two

Yo, yo, yo, yo

I'm in the studio

I got the coach with me

I got Madge with me

That's how I post the feed

He in the bay now

He about to bust a

I smoke tequila

Hardball getting lit

We all from Frisco

With more weight than Fat Joe

I act animal

And mad side slapper

Get your money once again

Busting on rhymes written

I'm trying to battle God

Hey, dawg, is that you churning

Life is a thug

It's hard times, seven grams

Hit like the Rams

Hit on a thousand

Be committed

I gotta face these fools

Nigga, I'm the one did it

Chop a bullet

You jacking

Love when I hit it

Blow for the door

Another serious situation

KB, look

This your occupation

This what I'm facing

Another ten thousand

Hooked up with the L.A. captain

Blow big with them

Split a wig with them

Do a gig with them

And let them know it's all good

They got ten quid with them

Put your money to the bank

Let the groove lead the way

And take you here

Come on, come on, come on, come on

We're partying all the time

Talking all the time

Let us hold you here

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Mr. Mash, action click

714

Stepped off the plane

With the players leaning

I'm in the town

Jumping game

With my niggas Stephen King

Clowning and popping collars

Like it ain't no thing

I'm from the county

Where they ship niggas

Straight to the main

Came out to the bay

New day, the same thing

Same game, players hustling

Struggling to get it

Please believe

Where I'm from, niggas living

Don't get it twisted

Butter your biscuits

Peel your wings

And burn rubber

Dunk a decoy

Into undercover

Hands are busting

Mashing tights

They got your back

Against the wall

Jump on the flight

The same night

If my homies call

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Let the groove lead the way

And take you here

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Where we party all the time

Talking on the dime

Let us hold you here

Come on, come on, come on, come on

My flow so sick

It run a temperature of 100

I get it down

From the east side of the O

To the field mode

Cause you feel more

Every time you cut my shit up

Off the record store

Cause I'm known for

Keeping it way too real

It ain't like have your bus

Or stab me up

And buy the record deal

I'm independent boy

So I give the damn

If I still is one of one million

Catch me in the NYC

In Harlem chilling

B-A-T-W

Productions is the top villain

Bringing folky feelings

To the game

Still Mr. You Know The Name

But in the day

I ain't change

Still kicking rocks

And bending corners

In the streets of California

Where they call me

K the Recipe

Vendor B

Great bread

You will see

I'm going down into the bay

Let the groove lead the way

And take you here

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Where we party all the time

Where we party all the time

Talking all the time

Let us know when you're here

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Uh, there it is

Young Tyson

Danger Zone Productions

Mr. Mad's action clip

And of course produced by

K the Recipe B

Back against the wall

Productions

And it don't stop

And it won't stop

And we can't stop

714-415

Boys, count me to the bank

One love to my boy Jake Steed

Mr. Marcus Red Rooster

And we about

We out

We out

We out