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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tash
Performer
Raekwon
Performer
Buddy
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rico Smith
Lyrics
Corey Woods
Composer
Richard Frierson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Smith
Executive Producer
Malik Levy
Executive Producer
Richard Frierson
Producer
Shane Mooney
Executive Producer
Eric Brooks
Executive Producer
Daniel Romero
Mixing Engineer
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rap ****, we different individuals
Some of us be frontin', some of us is really criminals
Swimmin' in the women and money we never had, it's sad
Rap could turn a good **** bad
But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle
I'm still the same ****, light skinded, curly afro
Whats up though, I'm still the same ****, a superfreak
I blow a G a week, catch me burnin rubber up the street
Rap ****, always smokin indo
So everytime we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window
But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless
My **** live the life and they ain't even rap artists
Rap money, we get that shit and blow it
We trick thirty Gs and they got shit to show for it
Let me get that case of Moët, let me get that CLK
Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East LA
Let me get that
[Verse 2]
Rap **** get money, press up and get hunnids
Be like all them **** on it
Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cause it get notes
Meet you on the left side of the boat
Coast, drivin' it most, we like, there them **** go
We like everywhere, party where the fans go
It's all rap hype, young black **** that's mad hype
Got ya station in a smash right
[Verse 3]
My Likwit **** made a killin'
We dropped three albums and got the whole world dancin' on the ceilin'
So I'm feelin like the villian that cracked that safe's combo
My **** had some hoes, I told him shoot em through my condo
He shot em through, they peeped my CD through
They started askin' questions, but fuck the interview
What y'all really wanna do? They said, pop the Cris
I said you like rap? Well wrap ya mouth around this
Rap ****, young **** ballin'
We on the motorcycles doin' ninety down to Harlem
With the gold chain swingin', fallin' to the street
This rap life got us buyin' shit we don't need
We don't need them jet skis but let's buy 'em, just to try 'em
We splashin' out the Lex, we got all the ladies eyein'
Us now, and we don't fuck around with no wife
'Cause all my **** is livin' the rap life
[Verse 4]
Rap **** get money, press up and get hunnids
Be like all them **** on it
Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cause it get notes
Meet you on the left side of the boat
Coast, drivin' it most, we like, there them **** go
We like everywhere, party where the fans go
It's all rap hype, young black **** that's mad hype
Got ya station in a smash right
[Verse 5]
First of all before we move on
Shit is like a Yukon, son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon
Mergin' in the suburbs, gettin raw with greenery herb
Real ill **** smack birds
Fat words showin proof how my gat work, go shoot, kill
Smack a blackbird, jettin in an Ac-hurse
Big Jim stay grinnin' in a six, spinnin' it kid
**** who flex, lex threw ten in him
Stand posin' blowin' shit coastal, east and west
We rockin' our vest, cannon might roast you
High-powered hydraulic Eddie Bauer Rockwilder
Who wilder, slang bit **** on the collar
Amp might blow, I might land, set up shop and glow
Shinin' like a lamp post, my camp post
Green leather, green leaves forever
Goin' to do whatever, corns and crab ****, they roll together
What up Tash, black hash, we invented the spaz
High like sixteen **** over ten bags
Real **** gon' ride, fake **** goin' slit eye
Check the next issue, faggot in the vidibe
[Verse 6]
Rap drama, the drama never calms
I be on the celly phone trippin' off my baby moms
Tryna make her understand, I get paid to rhyme
I don't show up at your job, so don't show up at mine
'Cause there's no biz like shobiz if y'all **** ask me
Show money, that's like pimpin, 'cause we get it tax free
Cash a check for 33, cut straight from SRC
Take it straight to any counter, cash my shit with no ID
Rap women, they always be around us
'Cause we from out of town and they be lovin' out-of-towners
Wash up in motherfuckers like a TV evangelist
'Cause they from where they from and we straight from Los Angeles
Rap money
[Verse 7]
Yo, what up?
Whats up, ****
What's goin on?
Hey, whats up Rae, man, let's go half on a football team, ****
Yo, I was thinkin' about buyin' two basketball teams, what's up?
Matter fact, we can do that, lets do that
[Verse 8]
Rap **** get money, press up and get hunnids
Be like all them **** on it
Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cause it get notes
Meet you on the left side of the boat
Coast, drivin' it most, we like, there them **** go
We like everywhere, party where the fans go
It's all rap hype, young black ****, that's mad hype
Got ya station in a smash right
Written by: Corey Woods, Richard Frierson, Rico Smith