EAST MIAMI

Album cover art for "EAST MIAMI" by Westside Gunn & Estee Nack

Westside Gunn & Estee Nack - Rap, In English

EAST MIAMI

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Lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Estee Nack] Ayo, yo, you kill one of us, we killing ten of y'all Shooters on each corner of my trap like the Pentagon Got the walkie-talkie, papi 'bout to send a bomb I had to FaceTime him, he wore a Prada jumper on the phone Tennis necklace on tennis necklace Don't make me have to come and tag team your whole shit in Balenciaga Triple S's Still smell burgers on my Wednesday tray Y'all latе sayin' I'm ill, I've been this way (Ah) You ever rob tеn bricks and sold ten bricks all in a day? Slim Jim hit his stem, flew right outer space Looked at my man and seen hate in his face Touched my soul 'cause if I kill him, a heart gon' break Rubbed the Pyrex, granted my first wish No investigation please on the first hundred thousand bricks Know the rules, can't say something, get your family tree chopped Allah first, niggas readin' Qurans up in key block Touch Super Flygod, heard wrong Fly from heroin sales, if they pull us over, stay calm Big Pootie driving three hours just to have a visit on the TV Now all these rap niggas wanna be me (Wanna be me) I need a bouquet of Martine Roses The pain always come from the people that's closest (Uh) That's why I pray six times a day and stay focused Tom Ford button-up, but the buttons open by the ocean (Yeah) [Interlude: Estee Nack] Woah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah (Woah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, uh-huh) Woah (Nack man) Yeah (The greatest) It's amazing (Feel the essence) Son (Yeah) [Verse 2: Estee Nack] Addicts blow the phone (Ring) Polaroid picture, I'm stacking provolone Customer cooking methamphetamines out of his mobile home Loading zone (Back it up) My dogs move as soon as I throw the bone Niggas is looking like you could hold a loan (Toma) Indo' cologne, cobra skin Rest in peace Soulja Slim Knowledge of self will show me the gold within Got the ball rolling, now we knockin' down bitches like bowling pins (Mami) Whatever the motion, we having dough to spend (Ching) Roam the city in stealth mode (Yeah) Black and white Adidas shell toe (I'm out) Coppers tryna make charges stick to me like Velcro (Woo) Tryna sell coke, powder form or solid, excel dough Ounces or elbows Cuddy wanna cuff, I said, "Hell no" (Nah) Nah, son, it's a human science (Word) You front that addict the package, you tryna lose the client (Adlib) Now let me summarize (Listen) He take a hit and catch butterflies Why pay you back when he could just keep it and spend his shit on the next hit he get from the other guy? Nullify (Word) Fuck you expect, homie? He's double fried (He cooked) When he walked in his crib past ten o'clock in the morning, his wife and kid seen him and they was horrified (Boo) [Outro: Estee Nack] Woah, yeah (Woah, yeah) Da-da-da (La cosa de la vida) Big slime, slime Slime

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Credits

Writers
  • Westside Gunn
  • Estee Nack
  • Cee Gee
  • Denny Laflare