Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We be the illest
We be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
[Verse 2]
We so motherfucking ill
We so motherfucking ill
Ill, motherfucker, ill
We so motherfucking ill
[Verse 3]
Illing out from L.A., I be illing out all the way
Got a v-mail from my K-town chick that wanna hook up and blaze
I got OG cannibal, girl, one puff put you in your grave
I got three pills and four jimmy hats 'cause we don't Kid 'n Play
Hop out, yo, guess who's getting drunk
No motherfuckers can out-drink us
If you're sipping that hate, don't get drowned
So cold, polar bears on my nuts
Y'all know just who we be
I hold it down for the East
'Cause I keeps it pimping, Peter Griffin, yellow tinted on zebras
[Verse 4]
Dripping on your couches, dripping on your couches
Sipping Tanqueray with orange, mane, we on that Tropicana
I be dripping on your couches from the Hills to public housing
If you're feeling ill, then damn, you ill, be the illest on the thousand
[Verse 5]
We be the illest
We be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
[Verse 6]
Illest, we be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
[Verse 7]
We so motherfucking ill
[Verse 8]
Nice chain, what a nice night
My ice bright, I play the wall like a nightlight
Tangerine tambourine from the West Wing
The best thing about my room, Versace bed springs
I'm in the building, more gold than Rumplestiltskin
Aw shit, look who it is, the white Russell Simmons
Jody Highroller, Far East Movement
We so ill, I think I need some codeine fluid
[Verse 9]
Dripping on your couches, dripping on your couches
Sipping Tanqueray with orange, mane, we on that Tropicana
I be dripping on your couches from the Hills to public housing
If you're feeling ill, then damn, you ill, be the illest on the thousand
[Verse 10]
We be the illest
We be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
[Verse 11]
Illest, we be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
[Verse 12]
We so motherfucking ill
We so motherfucking ill
Ill, motherfucker, ill
We so
[Verse 13]
I is for the way these VC's love how I bang
And double L is for the way I blow that smoke in your face
We roll on E's and we be easy, rolling that bank
And ST is for the illest shit we rep every day
Written by: A. Schuller, J. Choung, J. Christian, J. Roh, Kevin Nishimura, R. Reed, V. Coquia