Coast 2 Coast

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay] Ladies and gentlemen Versatility at its finest DJ Kay Slay the drama king The big brother [Verse 1: E-40] Forgiato tires, D boy attire 415's, Brutus amplifier Speakers in the grill, pistol in the dash Smoking on some ill with a super bad From the ghetto where they love to squeeze the metal Booty jiggle like Jell-O, brown bitch freckles Attractive, active, ratchet Classy and ratchet, guess you could say she clatchin' All the ballers wanna hit her, she it A cool little put together, she thick She got her AA, she a nurse Spent her tax return on a purse Hit the club on Saturday, Sunday she in church Singing in the choir, smelling like heem and perc She like niggas that do dirty and niggas that work in collared shirts She like niggas that thug and niggas that square as a rug [Chorus: Troy Ave] Thousand dollar shoes with the carpet under them (Uh-huh) We just fuckin', I'm just smart to love (You know) I'm a young player, you can look at my face I'm a gun sprayer, sick of the waste It goes boom bap, fuck that Get money, let it stack Everyday I floss, everyday I floss I done paid the cost, now I'm just a boss [Verse 2: 3D Na'Tee] You're now listening to the realest Comin' out the NOLA, was a dealer like Phillis I was moving soda, nowadays I'm moving lyrics Feeling like Oprah, made a fortune off a snippet Was in and out the district Few priors, no Richard, my hustle grand like Clifford Wrist cold as a blizzard, in the hood, no Grand Wizard Coat on an elixir, you hating, I'm getting richer Getting top from your nigga, now he want you out the picture Bitch, I'm good, G.O.O.D. like Kanye Keep a nigga on bended knees, no Wanyá While you're tryna find bae, got him out in Bombay Sittin' in his face and send him back to his fiancé Bitch, I am N-A-apostrophe T-double-E, got your main nigga watchin' me I'm where you wanna be but you know my philosophy I don't need to speak if he ain't signing over property He soundin' like a freak bitch [Chorus: Troy Ave] Thousand dollar shoes with the carpet under them (Uh-huh) We just fuckin', I'm just smart to love (You know) I'm a young player, you can look at my face I'm a gun sprayer, sick of the waste It goes boom bap, fuck that Get money, let it stack Everyday I floss, everyday I floss I done paid the cost, now I'm just a boss [Verse 3: Troy Ave] He ain't getting money, that's the other Troy I got a red Porsche, and the truck is soy 'Bout to buy a 'Rari, that's my other toy All they wanna do is fuck the boy And we don't fuck in the back Nine times out of ten I just get head They like bad boys with a good piece of bread Sold a lotta birds and eluded the feds Statutory of limitations, statuary marble in the shower where I'm bathing Same thing on the vanity I wash my face in Looking in the mirror, real nigga that I'm facin' And I'm rich and I'm ballin', and I got a Glock 40 And I'm feeling myself, might rap like E-40 I'm a self-made independent nigga, big heart on my chest When I come through your city, you show love and respect [Chorus: Troy Ave] Thousand dollar shoes with the carpet under them (Uh-huh) We just fuckin', I'm just smart to love (You know) I'm a young player, you can look at my face I'm a gun sprayer, sick of the waste It goes boom bap, fuck that Get money, let it stack Everyday I floss, everyday I floss I done paid the cost, now I'm just a boss