Sinister Slap

100 grand, go make that charge live
You hear me? Yeah man
(ey)
They don't make music like this no more
So we had to bring it
Back for the Mount Westmore (Mount Westmore)
Sinister Slap
That'll slap in your ear pods and your lap
(okay)
Tremendous treble, on the hood of my cock
Drinking out the bottle

On the hood of my cock
Drinking out the bottle (manage)
My security will knock the meat
Up out your taco (do damage)
My audio system sound like Coachella (frog)
I rap, but they think I'm a meth dealer
(that ain't my job)
It's mackin on mine, I got that gift
(thе game) i can have one tooth in my
Mouth and knock your biatch
(I'm not in lanе)
It's issem, it's issem, It ain't no
Bitch I come from the
Lord development housing (the soil)
When you got your paper right
Gotta give back (charity)
My granddaddy taught me that (velscope)
You get your ghetto pass revoked
If you a simp if they smell you
The wolves will eat you like a snack
(shrimp)

They'll ruffle your pockets
Take everything you own
Put the chrome to your dome
You might not make it home if you hustle
Make sure that you never touch field
Happily gazed, I somebody that
Can be trusted, for real
(Biatch)

They can't move around the same way we do
Better take your ass to home to your baby boo
She cool, as long as you get there by eight
Bring some money home, and don't be late
Not me, you see me all around
I love the big city and the small towns
I go to New York City, on the East Coast
Get your guap with a light and a repost
Bitch don't ask me, what I do it for
I spit the game to the world, Sir Too $hort
From Oakland
California all across the nation
From mount West to the
Whole world's population, biatch

Los Angeles, Valley-o
Oakland, Long Beach, The Bay
Niggas gettin' money all day every day
Trunk thumb, Marache
Her titties bounce, I blow a ounce
Large amounts, of niggas pounds
Unannounced, at ya door
Snoop Dogg, Sho Dogg and 40-O
Westward hoe, this ain't our first rodeo
I know, half these niggas suspect
Ruff-neck had to go and get a blood check
Nigga fuck your pills and your high heels
I see you stumblin', and you mumblin'
Oh brother (oh brother)
Remember there's only one step from
The limo to the gutter
Mutherfucker, I drive off and burn rubber
As the Ghetto Bird hover
Remember, I keep it one thousand
With the homies at the top of the mountain

A million big faces in the
Bag and still countin'
With a gang of niggas waitin' on the album
Still dippin' with the top down
Banging that Westmore
The best four, niggas we can talk about them
While I'm slidin' in my
Old school ride, chromed-out
Front back side to side (lean back smoke a)
Take one token, chocke
Hit it again, I'm fitted to win
My niggas on ten (on ten)
The nigga within will take your
Bitch and wiggle it in
And ickle her friend with dick on her chin
But i ain't trippin', but I ain't slippin'
I wear my own clotches designed to crip in
Nowadays niggas hardly listen
(hardly listen)
So fuck around and get that Ali whippin'
I keep a stick and a sticky on me
And on the averge I keep a bad bitch
Droppin' 50 on me
Big place, smoking state to state
Turn it up and let the trunk vibrate
We the greats, it's not up for debate
Turn it up and let the trunk vibrate
This is for my niggas from Los Angeles
Valley-o
Oakland, Long Beach (yes sir) , The Bay
Niggas gettin' money all day every day