Westside Bad Boy

August Gold You niggas already know what it is (Chuckles) Yeah Kazie Breed Mafia Niggas sayin' we like the westside "Bad Boys" or some shit Got the Notorious B.I.G. Diddy, Ma$e, Shyne, all that Ay pass me my drink my nigga , yeah right there Let me talk to 'em for a bit Feel me Look, if I grew up in the 90's I would of been a player Women on my line with some gold and a pager Bachelor pad, TV screens, with the Sega Versace shades on, 3.0 some Daytons Coogi sweater poppin', Tims all laced Baby you in good hands, my game is All State My name is well known Ask about me And I stay with The Breed Mafia around me Bad ones surround me when whey used to clown me I'm a king around town baby you should crown me And I shock niggas with the shit that I get into Making rap look easy killing these instrumentals Who he say he beefing' with? Shit not us 'Cause that'll have his boys looking like, "Who shot ya?" Fly shit every time me and CHAD pop up Lookin' like Sean Combs and Christopher Wallace I'm a westside "Bad Boy" Ridin' in a fast toy Don't believe me, check the numbers on the dashboard All about my cash in this race niggas last boy Nah, I ain't the shooter know some niggas that'll blast for us Hey, Oh Hey, Oh (We gettin' to the money, what you mad for?) Hey, Oh Hey, Oh (Nigga what you mad for) Got this gold on my wrist Got this gold on neck White tee all pressed and my feet lookin' fresh Pants creased, baby see it so she show respect And she smell the cologne on my neck, oh She was looking good, the vibe was so cool Hair did, nails done with the white toes too Hit me 'round 9 shit I might roll through Just to show you what this pipe in your life gon' do Shit, I'm just playing we can go to the beach Put your feet in the sand, have your phone out of reach I know your man hit you up but you're chillin' with me She said never in her life has she been so intrigued Kazie, Kazie, Kazie, can't you see? You make these niggas look Fugazi And I don't chase women, shit, they all chase me Play the game by the rules and never let them play me I'm a westside "Bad Boy" Ridin' in a fast toy Don't believe me, check the numbers on the dashboard All about my cash in this race niggas last boy Nah, I ain't the shooter know some niggas that'll blast for us Hey, Oh Hey, Oh (We gettin' to the money, what you mad for?) Hey, Oh Hey, Oh (Nigga what you mad for)