CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Out West Freestyle
on the track
Yo [?], ye, go looking, go looking, ye
Racks to my, ah
Nah, I can't start like that, damn (Huh)
Wow, wow
Here we going (Wow)
Don't stop
Huh, ye, huh
Racks to my head, you got two dollars
I just copped me a new mini Draco for the new problems
No Biggie but they don't know who shot 'em
My shirt Michael Jordan, it's sick with the flu collar
I'm Crip, don't you question my set, b*t*h, I'm too proper
Grape is the set, I eat steak, I don't do lobster
I ain't with the wrestling, my name ain't Umaga
Put that 9 to his back, turn that boy into Ibaka
Put some time on yo death, call that G-Shocker
Order my shoes, can't buy 'em from FootLocker
He a snitch in the hood, he the neighborhood watchers
Got some Crips in the hood, that's some neighborhood problems
Show no love in the hood, we will body a (b*t*h)
Used to wear Nautica Hollister (sh*t)
Back in them days them b*t*hes wouldn't hollala
Check my Instagram, two million of the followers
Add it up, couple million of the dollalas
But still 'til this day see my opp, I'ma pop 'em
We don't miss with them sticks, we don't play 'bout our problems
Last n***a played with the block, we done dropped 'em
I wouldn't the type to play Coppers & Robbers I robbed with the robbers
Fought and shot guns to resolve all my problems
Never shook hands with the opps, if we did then the next day we shot 'em
Cripping out West, Cripping out West
I just smoke a blunt, I don't do the Percocets
Pass my lil' homie the 50, he gon' come and chop yo neck
He shot a n***a in the neck up on a Next and said: What's next
Yeah, I used to ride a next, now I ride a Mongoose
1942, used to sip that Gin juice
You know it's f**k 12 even when they let my mans loose
I used to have nothing, now I'm smoking in a Benz coupe
Cripping out West, huh, Cripping out West, huh
Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cripping out West, huh
Cripping out West, huh, Cripping out West, huh
Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cripping out West, huh
I just shot a n***a 'cause a n***a dissed the set
VVS diamonds up on my wrist and on my neck
What time it is? I'm shining so my timing really wet
Been in shootouts all my life and ain't a n***a killed me yet
That's a bet, send yo dogs and I'm like fetch
Threw a bullet and I hit 'em perfect catch (Randy Moss)
I'm getting paid, that's nothing less
And you the type n***a to beef 'bout a b*t*h
And I'm a one hundred ass n***a, I ride for my gang 'til this day and I will never switch (Ooh)
Damn
Man, I ain't gon' lie, fool, I ain't drinkin' no more, I'm on strike
Yo [?], ye, go looking, go looking, ye
Racks to my, ah
Nah, I can't start like that, damn (Huh)
Wow, wow
Here we going (Wow)
Don't stop
Huh, ye, huh
Racks to my head, you got two dollars
I just copped me a new mini Draco for the new problems
No Biggie but they don't know who shot 'em
My shirt Michael Jordan, it's sick with the flu collar
I'm Crip, don't you question my set, b*t*h, I'm too proper
Grape is the set, I eat steak, I don't do lobster
I ain't with the wrestling, my name ain't Umaga
Put that 9 to his back, turn that boy into Ibaka
Put some time on yo death, call that G-Shocker
Order my shoes, can't buy 'em from FootLocker
He a snitch in the hood, he the neighborhood watchers
Got some Crips in the hood, that's some neighborhood problems
Show no love in the hood, we will body a (b*t*h)
Used to wear Nautica Hollister (sh*t)
Back in them days them b*t*hes wouldn't hollala
Check my Instagram, two million of the followers
Add it up, couple million of the dollalas
But still 'til this day see my opp, I'ma pop 'em
We don't miss with them sticks, we don't play 'bout our problems
Last n***a played with the block, we done dropped 'em
I wouldn't the type to play Coppers & Robbers I robbed with the robbers
Fought and shot guns to resolve all my problems
Never shook hands with the opps, if we did then the next day we shot 'em
Cripping out West, Cripping out West
I just smoke a blunt, I don't do the Percocets
Pass my lil' homie the 50, he gon' come and chop yo neck
He shot a n***a in the neck up on a Next and said: What's next
Yeah, I used to ride a next, now I ride a Mongoose
1942, used to sip that Gin juice
You know it's f**k 12 even when they let my mans loose
I used to have nothing, now I'm smoking in a Benz coupe
Cripping out West, huh, Cripping out West, huh
Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cripping out West, huh
Cripping out West, huh, Cripping out West, huh
Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cri-Cripping, Cripping out West, huh
I just shot a n***a 'cause a n***a dissed the set
VVS diamonds up on my wrist and on my neck
What time it is? I'm shining so my timing really wet
Been in shootouts all my life and ain't a n***a killed me yet
That's a bet, send yo dogs and I'm like fetch
Threw a bullet and I hit 'em perfect catch (Randy Moss)
I'm getting paid, that's nothing less
And you the type n***a to beef 'bout a b*t*h
And I'm a one hundred ass n***a, I ride for my gang 'til this day and I will never switch (Ooh)
Damn
Man, I ain't gon' lie, fool, I ain't drinkin' no more, I'm on strike
