2001 4 Dr. Cadillac

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

Up early in the morn', the morn

I'm drinking as I yawn, as I yawn

What am I gonna do

Well I should call my crew, I call my crew

Man what a pretty day, pretty day

All the women wanna play, to play

But time is moving fast

So I should move my ass

[Bad Azz]

Come on let's go get out

Let's show 'em what the West Coast's about

Street life, cars with switches we live on tv's

Or next to the stars with riches you couldn't see me

Smashin' in a Bentley coupe through L.B.

In an expensive suit you tell me

Me and Sylk-E. Fyne platinum on this Blaqtoven beat

And you're in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleep

We hot nicks like Meth and Redman make you black out

Back that ass up, get to this and throw your back out

We thug to the bone that's why I keep it all in harmony

And still I rise, won't you come along with me

Let's hit the streets and feel the sunshine

I've been out all day long and I ain't even seen one time

Let's hit the beach then swerve through the West side

Let's drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side

[Chorus]

[Sylk-E. Fyne]

I'm waking up early even before the sun crack

Up collecting my paper in a brown paper bag with my nigga Bad

Purse fat with a lot of cash

While them bitches mad, we C Walk and we smash

Stomp and stampede over the emenies

Still shining and glistening you can catch me in the streets

With my thugs, hoodstas and hustle-ahs

I love my niggaz I'm at the club with my niggaz

cause it ain't my fault they say I'm the bossiest

And it ain't my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shit

Ghetto stars we're our own entourage

We drive 'em far, chauffers to roll our cars

So hell yeah, Mr. Bad I'ma go with ya

From sunset to sunrise we them go-getters

And at the end of the yellow brick road

It's gold and platinum so come on let's roll

[Chorus] - 2X

[Ras Kass]

I'm like a walking night club

Wherever I go we got bud

Nigga want some drinks I got a dub

In these L.A. streets we got love

Big booty hoes we got hugs

You got a motherfucking problem we got slugs, we got thugs

Need a Romy on chrome, no place like home

Benzes and Broughams

We're all the same like clones

Lil', lil', lil' niggaz with big homes

We're platinum in the streets so the getting is good

Be a mansion on the hill or still living in the hood

I'm a Watts baby, 99th and Mc Kinley

Raised in C-arson so haters can come and get me

Sun roof, 80 proof still fo' much

Certain songs and watch all the homeys throw up

We bang different sets but we all claim the west

Let's get rich nigga, please collect the checks

[Butch Cassidy]

You don't want to fool with us

You best be cool with us

Pretty women we wanna fuck

I'll never leave cause, in the West I trust

You don't want to fool with us

You best be cool with us

Pretty ladies we wanna bust

I'll never leave, cause in the west I trust