K-pop Lyrics

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
Somewhat 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
Live in Har-ar-lem
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, 143rd
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 up
out 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
His skin too clear
(aye) his bitch gon' stare
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 (run it)
Run it, run it
like you want it (run it)
Run it, run it
like you stole it (run it)
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 in college
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 I'm fucking it now
I could be a jeweler
neck that's 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 who 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 buried
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
on 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 van
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