Backstroke

Right Runnin' this funk on a west coast (west coast) You gotta tighten up on your backstroke Reminisce days I was dead bro (dead bro) Ain't it right, not like town folk So what you gon' do, baby? Do you wanna get out? So what you gon' do, baby? Do you wanna get out? Now follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me To the bedroom, boom When someone hit me, go up, hey I think I spoke too soon 365, it's a hustle under the moon Keep it heat, 'cause how I move is shit I gotta assume The hefty got a fat grip, gonna get you some bling You either win it or you're not, you see the storm between You gotta make it on your own, we don't inherit a thing To be the king of fuckers now, the American dream 'cause am Runnin' this funk on a west coast (west coast) You gotta tighten up on your backstroke Reminisce days I was dead bro (dead bro) Ain't it right, not like town folk So what you gon' do, baby? Do you wanna get out? So what you gon' do, baby? Do you wanna get out? Can't be broken, talking about how I ain't doing it right If I hit you, then it's bad, now what you're doing tonight? My habit shoddy, run me down while I be viewing the fight I got that backstroke block, and she's bluesin' with life Now if I take a break for once, I know the money gon' call When I feel a little down, I think the dollar will solve I used to go and fill my gas up with a pocket of coins Then you get you a king of fuckin', now I'm makin' up orders 'Cause I'm runnin' this funk on a west coast (west coast) You gotta tighten up on your backstroke Reminisce days I was dead bro (dead bro) Ain't it right, not like town folk Donna made it view six, six, six, six