Letra de European Vacation (feat. AMG)
We're so official; can we get with you? Pussy so bomb like a missile (BOOM!) Last nigga hit you He was so gone that he still needs a tissue Is this an issue? I'm on the block, taking your spot Niggas been itching to drop Too many bitches to pop Money to get I am the, I am the shitUp in a shiny Range Rover (ALRIGHT) With a spinnin' hangover (ALRIGHT) Last night I had three bad mamis on molly underneath me I got up and broke this thang open (WOOP, WOOP, WOOP, WOOP) 'Cause they respects a G (THEY DO) And after that, they erects the D (THEY DO) She my bat catcher... and I'm tryna pitch The whole nine innings, I ain't tryna switch 'Cause it's the Eastside, Northside, Westside, homicide Dancefloors burn like you went and got a perm My music get you high enough to run from Big Worm Dancefloors burn like you went and got a perm But before I give you music you can't use I'd rather walk in fire but without my shoes, ha I ain't a punk, I just love perfection Simon Cowell on the guns, bullets go in one direction, uh I slap the shit out of a bitch ass nigga Running your mouth and immediately mad nigga You wrinkled up, kinda sore With a cheap suit color of manure... GET ON I'm on some shit right now I'm 'bout to stick my dick up in your bitch right now You come to Compton, you could smoke with DJ Quik right now I'm on Rosecrans Headed back from the city to the studio with keys to let the hoes in But when they mob in, yo, they awfully overdressed What the hell you do in those pants? (Those pants... THOSE PANTS) Let the background sing, background sing While I'm in the background doing background things Back it up, make it do the back down thing I'mma touch that middle, make 'em all sizzle, ha Is that confetti in the ceiling? (Why, yes it is) Well, make it all fall down on these chil'ren (Let's go) That's your champagne, that's my blunt (What?) So we gon' take 'em to the bottom 'til the sun's upMan, nigga, what's crackin'? Where the bitches at right now? Where the—ay, pour me—hand me that bottle over there, shit Man, Problem, nigga, share that blunt over here, shit I'm tryna get it cra-ckin' right now, nigga, on the WestsidePerception is reality My mentality and principalities be having me like I wonder how Jay feel watching Dame on reality TV Jay got the girl, Dame got the attention The irony in this I'd like to mention Is they both got what they want These niggas bite they tongue to kick, well, I won't Shit, I am a product of my environment My Compton inspirers got me firing, like... My workers ain't came to they job on time A gang of times, the stars and my gang align My vibe is on, my women all fly and shit They high as shit, it's like they like to fly and shit The flyest shit is usually what you find me in I fuck, you gone, I'm not the type to fly you in Shit, we 'bout to throw a party, if you fly, you in Then we gon' party 'til the si-si-si-si-sirens come I got a molly, baby, you should tr-tr-tr-tr-try you one I bet it puh-puh-puh-puh-pop like a firing gun (POW) All these hoes get loose 'Bout to run the summer and the whole fall like oops 'Cause when I step up in the club, baby, all these hoes get loose 'Bout to run the summer and the whole fall like oops Get up, me and Mr. Quik whip the shit up Fuck with us, have your whole hood lit up Still, rap niggas with money, it ain't a lotta 'Cause you niggas suck, Afrika Bambaataa Man, you niggas don't want no problem with the chacho Just double-dipped, R.I.P. Lil Bosko Westside's a fuckin' Number 9 with a waffle Diamond Lane, yeah, the D. Rose, Chicago Bull-shit, I hope your girl with that Sound like a brought the Quik with the curl on back Check how he got the shit bangin' '92 bandannas, extra clip hangin' But instead of puttin' holes in niggas We tryna teach niggas how to get hoes And how to get dough, and how to get mo' This gon' make 'em pull their riders out This gon' make 'em pull them riders back OUT! I'mma make 'em pull their riders out (WHAT?) I'mma make 'em pull them riders back OUT! Make 'em pull them back OUT! We gon' make 'em pull them riders OUT!