Top Songs By Far East Movement
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Far East Movement
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Schuller
Composer
R. Reed
Composer
Kevin Nishimura
Composer
J. Roh
Composer
J. Choung
Composer
V. Coquia
Composer
J. Christian
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Axident
Producer
Wallpaper.
Producer
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 motherfuckin' ill
We so motherfuckin' ill
I-i-i-ill, motherfucker, ill
We so motherfuckin' ill
[Verse 3]
Illin' out from LA, I be illin' out all the way
Got his email from my K-town chick that wanna hook up and blaze
I've got OG cannabis, girl, one puff put you in your grave
Girl got three pills and four Jimmy hats cause we don't kid and play
[Verse 4]
No, no, pop out, yo, guess who's getting drunk?
No motherfuckers can out drink us
If you're sippin' that heat, don't get drowned
So cold, polar bears on my nuts
Y'all know just who we, we be, I hold it down for the East
'Cause I keeps it pimpin', Peter Griffin, yellow tinted on Z's
[Verse 5]
Drippin' on your couches, drippin' on your couches
Sippin' Tanqueray with Orange Bang, we on that Tropicana
I'm drippin' on your couches from the Hills to public housing
If you're feelin' ill, then damn, you ill, be the illest on the thousand
[Verse 6]
We be the illest
We be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
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 motherfuckin' ill
[Verse 8]
50 grand large, rubber band boy, haze and drank
I can moonwalk, make her ass talk, I'ma cash vault
Trip her then spark, hear my trunk bump, we go dumb, dumb
Dumb dumb, I'ma do it some, oh, now watch me stunt
[Verse 9]
I'ma leave with one though I came with none, now watch me come
I'm a pimp with a gold stripper ho from the soul be the game I run
It was shots from the cock, giddy up, giddy up
Put it on yer tongue
[Verse 10]
Drippin' on your couches, drippin' on your couches
Sippin' Tanqueray with Orange Bang, we on that Tropicana
I'm drippin' on your couches from the Hills to public housing
If you're feelin' ill, then damn, you ill, be the illest on the thousand
[Verse 11]
We be the illest
We be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
Illest
We be the illest in here
I know you feel us
We be the illest in here
Illest in here
We so motherfuckin' ill
[Verse 12]
We so motherfuckin' ill
I-i-i-ill, motherfucker, ill
We so, yeah, rock your body
[Verse 13]
I is for the way these B.C.'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 rollin' that bank
And S-T's for the illest shit we rep every day
Written by: A. Schuller, J. Choung, J. Christian, J. Roh, Kevin Nishimura, R. Reed, V. Coquia