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Ant Banks f Spice-1, King Tee - Big Thangs

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Intro:

Yeah, Young jock up in this beezee
Claiming and representing that S-P geezee shit
Putting it down with my nigga the big bad ass
Spice 1 and King T
High siding and westside riding
Got my nigga from the feezee up in this beezee
We doing big thangs in the nine seezee
Kicking bitches in the booty and pointing out their
duty
Yeah any motherfucker that wanna try us knows where
to find us
Motherfucker

King Tee:

This shit couldn`t get no harder
Niggas is about to make me flip and commit manslaughter
All my dreams result to nightmares
So I walk around the hood strapped like I don`t care
Truth or dare, I dare you to dis the west coast
The truth is them niggas will split your vest loc
With hollowpoint slugs, Crips and Bloods, we come deep
And roll in those Range Rover Jeeps
I was a made man at fifteen years
Cuz momma didn`t raise no faggotty queer
I got paid fronting bad colors in the ninth grade
And on the westside is where I play
Straight sick, when my big uncle smoked dip
And grabbed his four four and took me with him on a
lick
And sure as the sun will come up and just shine
The niggas couldn`t believe the Rolex was all mine

Spice-1:

Yeah divine niggas the lexxy shine and the fetty
Motherfuckers ain`t ready, see they won`t hold their
heads steady
when we come with the fifty caliber Desert Eagle
Feeling you motherfuckers over slugs equal
You these diamonds on the pinky, Rolex up on the wrist
Next nigga run up on me for my pieces is catching
whole clips
No sucker to the G-A in me
You fail to realize sometimes that I dump on G-P
Black Bossalini, King T-E-E and S-P-I
Born to die, westside riding staying high
187 proof a ma-a-mack ten shooter
Hope the ba-a-black talons go right through you
Been mobbing since a youngster, laced like hundred spokes
Ain`t no rules in the game, niggas die and go for broke
He didn`t no I was strapped, he didn`t no I was ready
Blow a hole in his chest and take off with a nigga`s fetty

Chorus:

Real killers on the westside don`t be fooled
We in the sun where the kids wear their vests to school
Soft niggas don`t survive they be taking a dive
(West Side)
Refuse to leave them player haters alive
Real killers on the westside don`t be fooled
We out west where the kids wear their vests to school
Soft niggas don`t survive they be taking a dive
(West Side)
Refuse to leave them player haters alive

King Tee:

Ah yes all the way to niggas in projects
That heard about the King that be strapped with two techs
Rolling in a Lex with them twenty inch chrome rims
Trying to find a ho for some trim
Laid back, smoking on the doja loc
At the light all the hos watch me cough and choke
Young player, can I take a ride with you
Hell no, can I trust my life with you
You look shady just left four ??? with four babies
And I can hear your ass screaming save me
Trick I`m in a zone guns, clips and chipped up phones
And Vibe tapes of old love songs straight gone
Dipping and giving a fuck at who`s tripping
Catch a nigga at the airport slipping
Huh, what a shame send his ass back from where it
came in a casket
California love turned drastic
I`m come G`d up, niggas getting beat up
And I`m smoking all their dirt cess weed up
King T`s G style got them hiding
Cuz this is what we call west riding

Spice-1:

See some of the haters try to fade you partner, but
ain`t nobody coming close

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