Westsyde Bwoi Da Mixtape Vol.1 Westsyde Bwoi (Ft. And free online beats, Biggie and 112, Featured samples from Rozay & T-Pain)
Takin you back Freestyle
Intro
Yo, Westsyde Westsyde bwoi, hollup….come on…..haha
Gee’d Gee’d up lets go…..Yes Boss
I get it poppin’ get it poppin’
Still 90’s yo, still 90’s lets go…..come on
Verse 1
Westcoast fellas then I’m back on this beat
Hitting it hard then I gotta take it to the streets
Pushing back the walls cause you know I got balls
Mess with me I bury you deep blue in the sea
The world on my shoulder real rap regime
Red beams form decimal you think say na film
Words out take me out its all about me
Eating the game up another version of Grimm
Im from the world where rap is the only food
Freestyle habits we always keep it on the cool
Throwing these words the rap king of the only jews
Cats walk around cause im drunk on rap booze
Adding up the numbers I’m taking the maths further
Painting the game red pick one another
Killing those wackness it’s a new world order
Combined with coke so hommies don’t bother
Murder the mic with own voice
That’s the real bullet when you from the own state stage
Suck the rhymes into my head getting the real set
Sabotage the whole throne
Im dropping these last few bars, a quick one
I gotta do it on my verse,looking like the lyrics in my head
Red fan, never giving up till I go to mars
Intro
Yo, Westsyde Westsyde bwoi, hollup….come on…..haha
Gee’d Gee’d up lets go…..Yes Boss
I get it poppin’ get it poppin’
Still 90’s yo, still 90’s lets go…..come on
Verse 1
Westcoast fellas then I’m back on this beat
Hitting it hard then I gotta take it to the streets
Pushing back the walls cause you know I got balls
Mess with me I bury you deep blue in the sea
The world on my shoulder real rap regime
Red beams form decimal you think say na film
Words out take me out its all about me
Eating the game up another version of Grimm
Im from the world where rap is the only food
Freestyle habits we always keep it on the cool
Throwing these words the rap king of the only jews
Cats walk around cause im drunk on rap booze
Adding up the numbers I’m taking the maths further
Painting the game red pick one another
Killing those wackness it’s a new world order
Combined with coke so hommies don’t bother
Murder the mic with own voice
That’s the real bullet when you from the own state stage
Suck the rhymes into my head getting the real set
Sabotage the whole throne
Im dropping these last few bars, a quick one
I gotta do it on my verse,looking like the lyrics in my head
Red fan, never giving up till I go to mars
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