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Run it up, run it up, run it up,
run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt
'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt
when the gun is up
This that East Coast
motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast
motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly
reminder real quick, yo
Y'all already know
the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you
niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta
kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta
beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds
just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch
I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it
and I cannot
Grab the microphone and
not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump
in the back
Niggas up, she in the back
of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and
she really wanna suck
When I finish with it
then we go
in the back of the club
And we do this shit again
my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat
it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy
like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her
the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch
and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call
the cops yo
'Fore we run up inside of that
nigga's lil' condo
Put him in a box so the nigga
in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya,
shut a nigga mouth
(break shit)
Come and follow me,
stand up on the couch
(shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know
we're in the house
(trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up
in the trenches
Run through a bodega like
I ain't got riches
Run through a bodega like
I ain't got (come on)
Don't do it for the haters,
I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda,
I kill rap niggas
Y'all Now and Laters,
sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous,
they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is
Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling,
they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle",
"Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask,
do you know Ferg?
Do you know that
I come from
where the toast burn?
New York, New York,
I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on
the corner
Fiends taste the lean,
they never sober
For being in the streets
to run a culture
I never been in the weave,
I had hoes, brah
Who's that jiggy motherfucker
with the clothes, brah?
I'm finna kill
these motherfuckers
with the flow, brah
I'm the best in the game
with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock
to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout
to every coast, brah
South to North and even
West Coast, brah
Blackin' like I'm fresh out
from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn't ride
an instrumental but
they ridin' dick
I set the standards
for requirements,
so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I,
the world is mine,
I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean,
(aye) his diamonds like tip (aye)
His skin too clear,
(aye) his bitch gon' stare (aye)
So mind your biz,
how they find the time for
minding mine
I find these college chicks for
top with Kylie's lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like
you want it (running)
Running, running like
you stole it (running)
Running, running like
I'm going (woo!)
Running, pitching like
I'm bowling (woo!)
In my city, gangs run
the inner city
Load a semi for
the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie,
Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for
the pretty gang
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I'm Paulie McCartney
just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop
in the Regal,
phenomenal deep throat
I'm more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen,
go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters on collins
I feel like a coach,
I'm recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving
in silence
I'm ballin' in blue like
I'm hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don't play for
no Mavericks
You need to think who gon'
pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious
enough to give hope
to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes
foreign my car
when I'm mashin'
Chain busting it down,
wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down,
rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler,
neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy,
talking fast like
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx,
two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide
like a violin
You know my nigga
Max almost home
You know we run
the East Coast zone nigga
In the kitchen culinary,
I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood
would dead me,
I'ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo,
business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up,
like Taz's Angels
Never was a client,
'cause that boy
ain't buying it
And I got a bottom bitch,
my top come on consignment
Step up from
the minor league,
double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope,
I just got me a finder's fee
Following my frequency,
niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me,
text but don't speak to me
You can never speak for me,
see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house,
I'ma turn the labels out
Run it up, run it up,
run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up,
run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt
'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt
when the gun is up
This that East Coast
motherfucker
But I know this West Coast
(Snoop Dogg)
10-20 was my date of birth,
the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp,
young nigga that's doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt,
all y'all niggas
gon' get merked
What the fuck is you
talking 'bout?
Me and Ferg,
we gon' put in work
Bang on ya' gang culture,
out of this world
It's all on a bitch,
is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don't slip, think not,
gon the block where it's hot
Legalize with the nines,
give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it,
from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K,
California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb,
Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof
with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach,
popping pill on 'em
I been working so hard, nigga,
get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga,
work to sell somethin'
I been working so hard,
welcome to the
hellzone, zone, zone
See I'm from Long Beach
Run it up, run it up,
run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up,
run it up, run it up (remix)
See I'm from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt
'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt
when the gun is up
See I'm from Long Beach
This that East Coast
motherfucker
California motherfucker,
see I'm from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast
motherfucker
West Coast
run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt
'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt
when the gun is up
This that East Coast
motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast
motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly
reminder real quick, yo
Y'all already know
the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you
niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta
kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta
beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds
just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch
I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it
and I cannot
Grab the microphone and
not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump
in the back
Niggas up, she in the back
of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and
she really wanna suck
When I finish with it
then we go
in the back of the club
And we do this shit again
my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat
it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy
like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her
the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch
and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call
the cops yo
'Fore we run up inside of that
nigga's lil' condo
Put him in a box so the nigga
in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya,
shut a nigga mouth
(break shit)
Come and follow me,
stand up on the couch
(shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know
we're in the house
(trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up
in the trenches
Run through a bodega like
I ain't got riches
Run through a bodega like
I ain't got (come on)
Don't do it for the haters,
I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda,
I kill rap niggas
Y'all Now and Laters,
sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous,
they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is
Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling,
they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle",
"Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask,
do you know Ferg?
Do you know that
I come from
where the toast burn?
New York, New York,
I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on
the corner
Fiends taste the lean,
they never sober
For being in the streets
to run a culture
I never been in the weave,
I had hoes, brah
Who's that jiggy motherfucker
with the clothes, brah?
I'm finna kill
these motherfuckers
with the flow, brah
I'm the best in the game
with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock
to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout
to every coast, brah
South to North and even
West Coast, brah
Blackin' like I'm fresh out
from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn't ride
an instrumental but
they ridin' dick
I set the standards
for requirements,
so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I,
the world is mine,
I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean,
(aye) his diamonds like tip (aye)
His skin too clear,
(aye) his bitch gon' stare (aye)
So mind your biz,
how they find the time for
minding mine
I find these college chicks for
top with Kylie's lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like
you want it (running)
Running, running like
you stole it (running)
Running, running like
I'm going (woo!)
Running, pitching like
I'm bowling (woo!)
In my city, gangs run
the inner city
Load a semi for
the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie,
Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for
the pretty gang
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I'm Paulie McCartney
just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop
in the Regal,
phenomenal deep throat
I'm more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen,
go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters on collins
I feel like a coach,
I'm recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving
in silence
I'm ballin' in blue like
I'm hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don't play for
no Mavericks
You need to think who gon'
pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious
enough to give hope
to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes
foreign my car
when I'm mashin'
Chain busting it down,
wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down,
rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler,
neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy,
talking fast like
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx,
two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide
like a violin
You know my nigga
Max almost home
You know we run
the East Coast zone nigga
In the kitchen culinary,
I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood
would dead me,
I'ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo,
business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up,
like Taz's Angels
Never was a client,
'cause that boy
ain't buying it
And I got a bottom bitch,
my top come on consignment
Step up from
the minor league,
double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope,
I just got me a finder's fee
Following my frequency,
niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me,
text but don't speak to me
You can never speak for me,
see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house,
I'ma turn the labels out
Run it up, run it up,
run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up,
run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt
'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt
when the gun is up
This that East Coast
motherfucker
But I know this West Coast
(Snoop Dogg)
10-20 was my date of birth,
the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp,
young nigga that's doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt,
all y'all niggas
gon' get merked
What the fuck is you
talking 'bout?
Me and Ferg,
we gon' put in work
Bang on ya' gang culture,
out of this world
It's all on a bitch,
is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don't slip, think not,
gon the block where it's hot
Legalize with the nines,
give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it,
from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K,
California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb,
Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof
with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach,
popping pill on 'em
I been working so hard, nigga,
get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga,
work to sell somethin'
I been working so hard,
welcome to the
hellzone, zone, zone
See I'm from Long Beach
Run it up, run it up,
run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up,
run it up, run it up (remix)
See I'm from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt
'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt
when the gun is up
See I'm from Long Beach
This that East Coast
motherfucker
California motherfucker,
see I'm from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast
motherfucker
West Coast
2020-03-12 22:06:00
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