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the west coast saints - da cypher, pt. 3 كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
d-mn, bro, remember like a year and a half ago when we said
we were gonna start doin’ this sh-t for real?
dawg, cookin’ up in the f-ckin’ garage
in the shack, bro
bro, we would f-ckin’ staple foam to the walls, bro
or you’d have a bandana over the mic?
you see me over with my brother 6ix
the homie almighty
the homie sell outs in the studio too
the west coast saints, baby
in this what we about to do
mothaf-cka

[verse 1: ]
look, uh
comin’ up in a city with a broke dream
if you talk too much, you’re the police
on the porches chillin’ with the homies
we up all night sippin’ 40’s
you don’t need an invitation if you know me
we be steadyin’ and grinnin’, we a whole team
give it up one time for the lonelies
who will only be remembered when they od
i’ve been too lonely to pick me up
i don’t need no drugs to lift me up
i’ve been hittin’ the gym, i ain’t big enough
just to handle all the stress that rip me up
now let’s just give it up two times
for all the homies sleepin’ on the futon
we’ll be stretchin’ out the money like a coupon
keep your head up, you won’t be there for too long
cause i got ya
now the shocker
i’ma pull your gun and get shotgun
watchin’ out for the snakes, but you’re not one
i’ve been finicky cause i’m ready to pop one
or pop two, forgot to
i ain’t trippin’ but just know that i’m on you
you could feel the same way if you want to
homies takin’ advantage to double cross you
give it up one time for the ese’s
two times for the people that moved on
i be really thinkin’ about what they say
people only show you love when you gone
middle finger up to the old me
he’s been dead, he below me
i’ve been made, i’m an og
shout out to all the big homies

[verse 2: ]
t’s up everywhere i go
now the gang, we’re just bros
we just tryna make a dollar at a fifteen
so we’ll never let a punt get in between
i’m overdoin’, straight pursuin’
you can hate on us, what we doin’
everything you wish you could, stop wishin’ you would
never goin’ hollywood but i’m saying that you should
stop, so you better call the cops cause the saints reunited and we goin’ to the top and our craft just on keeps getting better
we ain’t nothin’ to f-ck with in case you forgot
huh, sh-t, i’m sorry
didn’t mean to be rude
but i thought that you knew
you could never f-ck with my crews
cause when you f-ck with me, then you gotta meet the team
and i guarantee it’s somethin’ you don’t wanna see
and i still remember when it was all dream
so throw shows and happy would show up for me
but i’m livin’ it
now i’m doin’ it
but i still got so far to go
never take your eyes off your goal
and never let ’em take up your soul, uh

- the west coast saints

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