Menace

Artist: One Drop Scott f/C-Bo, Killa Tay
Album: West Coast Trippin'
Song: Ain't No Tellin
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[C-Bo]
I'm all about my cash-ola money over punks
No need to manage the loot
When it's steady coming by the chunks
We riding big body's bently's and roses
Convertible benz's to european slant novas
V-12 west coast cali's the state
From sacramento to L.A. where we ball we play
With briefcases full of big faces
Pull a top notch of a drop top mercedes would I
Hit the guts on a first night like pac romance
Cool J and take this bitch for a walk
I'm a thug nigga best believe that
It's fuck a bitch playa ponta where the weed at
I gets the paper cash pull a caper fast
Run up in your spot for the candy pull out two glocks
Then I blast it's bo loc fresh out the pen
Still trail murder men as I push around town
In a hundred thousand dollar benz

[Chorus]
We all ballers and thugs with the plug
Coast to coast putting it down getting love
Killa cali's the state where the punk niggas die
And the G'z ball keys and stay high trick
Who ride we ride nigga it's do or die
Ain't no telling when it's time for a homicide

[Tay]
Still wondering what they haters wanna do me fo
We knight riders all nightes in the studio
Ain't nothing tighter than the crew I choose to represent
We all counting there presidents
Blowing major bomb getting hecka bent
Young stupid came through with the vegas
Awol click real G'z we all playas
Spraying like four ohh nine killa cali on mine
Till I croake let's smoke I hop in the rotation
Wait to inhale what I smell I take mo hits
And run it backs nfl I spit this game like a true
I can't change the homies is down for me
But the love ain't the same dang
Controlled by the substance but can't stop
Spending all my money at the dank spot
I got a G on the sac red beam on my strap hit
The V and I'm back with bomb weed what you need
Keyed eyes half shut killa tay marva hine
And the bald head nut guard your gut
Or get bucked with a phat gat if you don't ease back
Fuck the world nigga where the weed at

[Chorus]
Who ride we ride nigga it's do or die
Ain't no telling when it's time for a homicide
We all ballers and thugs with the plug
Coast to coast putting it down getting love
Killa cali's the state where the punk niggas die
And the G'z ball keys and stay high trick

[marvaless]
Ghetto rain Soulja's major cash holders
Game just like we told you niggas that quick to fold
Heck a peved repeadily stating the facts
On these cats and talking back
Is only going to start shit you only increasing my tracks
Rolling mats nothing but love
From my niggas with straps bumping this shit
World wide to every state on the map
Can help but feel it I run it this real shit
That bad bad get get shit got no choice but to deal with
The ghetto blues got no tradition it's maravless
The shit when I rip this hesitance then spit this
Born and raised on the west side
I represent to the fullest I commit all the bushit
I be the pistol woo shit non stop keep the heat dropping
Niggas is plotting but feel this can't come near this
Putting your shit to an end when I begin
Need to reherse cuz it's like a game
Sewed up now feel the pain watch it rain
West coast mafia's the name