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Bad Azz lyrics Personal Business lyrics [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 Other Bad Azz lyrics: Life Ain T Hard lyrics U Don T Wanna Be Broke lyrics Don T Wanna Die lyrics It S On All Day lyrics Murderous Mcz lyrics This Here S For Y All lyrics Too Many Choices lyrics A Hold On Hip Hop lyrics Everythang Happens For A Reason lyrics Ghetto Star lyrics Money, Houses, And Cars lyrics This Life Of Mine lyrics We Be Puttin It Down lyrics |