WESTBOUND ft. DJ.Fresh Lyrics

One the two the three the four the five

Me and Dj.Fresh we bonafide

If they say we never work, they lied

Go to church and find yourself a god

God can help you find your way to truth

Truth can help you pry a part the eye

Stuck between your temples and your pride

Pride and prejudice can you killed

Filled with fluid leaking out your grill

I prefer the humbleness to build

Rather than the ego and pills

We collaborate to make it great

Travel with my mates from state to state

We collect the cake and bake the fakes

Kill 'em, ditch em, leave em bottom lake

Contemplate without the thinking cap

Too much thinking no good for the slap

Slaps they come from heart and soul, a fact

Intuition I can feel it in my gut when I erupt

To bring the thunder down the mountain quaking earth and such

You can sit there rolling up the Dutch

I can touch the sky without the weed I must proceed

We live for this, we give a shit

Spit fire kill bury bones underground

Cyclone in the Soundwave's murder all clowns

I'm a crow, and I'm sideways rolling through town

From the road, to the highways

Headed westbound

Spit fire kill bury bones underground

Cyclone in the Soundwave's murder all clowns

I'm a crow, and I'm sideways rolling through town

From the road, to the highways

Headed westbound

Westcoast

Westcoast

Westcoast

Westcoast

Operatic when I spit it

Watermelon when I split heads

Gallagher gotta get it

Hammer time, leave the stage red

Bloody bladder when I'm pissy

Sober though, not from drink bro

I'm commanding all attention

When I grab that mic pole

Bench press style choppin up

Chopper chipper with the energy

Energetic get it from the crowd

If they don't give it I got it free

God is my mutha fuckin battery

I don't really need any flattery

If they don't give it I got it free

God is my fuckin battery

Spit fire kill bury bones underground

Cyclone in the Soundwave's murder all clowns

I'm a crow, and I'm sideways rolling through town

From the road, to the highways

Headed westbound

Spit fire kill bury bones underground

Cyclone in the Soundwave's murder all clowns

I'm a crow, and I'm sideways rolling through town

From the road, to the highways

Headed westbound

Westcoast

Westcoast

Westcoast

Westcoast