Tremendous

Lyrics

[Intro: Z] If they ain't acting right they better be packing right, I swear to God onthat Goget a packedup pipe or I buy theyeyes or buy they baseball cap [Chorus: Z] We're tremendous in this business, they're just speaking my thoughts Fuck it, it is what it is, this shit just pop in my throat We in the studio flaming it up for the whole West Coast If you ain't riding with us homie I suggest you get gone We're tremendous in this business, they're just speaking my thoughts Fuck it, it is what it is, this shit just pop in my throat We in the studio flaming it up for the wholе West Coast If you ain't riding with us homie I suggest you gеt gone [Verse 1: King Roman] Best believe I'm riding with my folks Not one escalating on 24s I'm from the county kicking dough I've been up and down the West Coast bumping my music Everyone from the West Coast get stupid (get stupid) It's a Cali way of living My team is winning (winning) It's already ninth inning, I'm a future hall of famer like Roger Clemens I'm flipping and I'll make you drop a deal And if you are my Godfather just call me Neo With a eagle eye I got home-boy riding legal in that '84 regal packing a desert eagle Go to my funked out people Let's get that scritch-scratch Count some C-notes like casino, casino I'm tremendous in this rap game Spitting nothing but propane It's killer Cali flowing through my veins man Ain't a damn thing changed Put some ice in my mouth and I started freezing my slang [Chorus: Z] We're tremendous in this business, they're just speaking my thoughts Fuck it, it is what it is, this shit just pop in my throat We in the studio flaming it up for the whole West Coast If you ain't riding with us homie I suggest you get gone We're tremendous in this business, they're just speaking my thoughts Fuck it, it is what it is, this shit just pop in my throat We in the studio flaming it up for the whole West Coast If you ain't riding with us homie I suggest you get gone [Verse 2: Boog] I'm tremendous in this business My roundabouts from the Ks man In the lace of Brain say, we're fucking your brainwaves Soul to soldier, West Coast, we're riding all damn day Open your bitch in the city, but when she glance while her face maimed You go from sour to slapping yo bitch with power I'm laughing, I'm half dope, crazy I pay your hoe by the hour I can't change the way I do my thing The way my khakis creased up display my change But what I can do for is give yo ass an intro Bang it out your sneakers and plotting off to your kinfolk And have them bump it, it must be the shoes I'm dumping I open the trunk and slumping The hydraulic pumps is dumping I ride a 6'2'' with twinkies on the shit boo California stopping at the light before I dip through I can't say nothing, homies know I'm dumping Young Boogie in the flesh It is what it is homie I'm gone [Chorus: Z] We're tremendous in this business, they're just speaking my thoughts Fuck it, it is what it is, this shit just pop in my throat We in the studio flaming it up for the whole West Coast If you ain't riding with us homie I suggest you get gone We're tremendous in this business, they're just speaking my thoughts Fuck it, it is what it is, this shit just pop in my throat We in the studio flaming it up for the whole West Coast If you ain't riding with us homie I suggest you get gone [Verse 3: Z] Put your lights out like Tyson Put some drip in this fool, I'm quick mitted A flamethrower with terror but with every four seconds my flow keeps winning Knock your socks, I'm lightning shocks Sticking to masses, knock the blocks Fuck with me I'm icy-hot Pick my month and the temperature drops I'm rocking cool like what you doing homie your flow's cool Let us spit, lost in it Pump 'em up then I'll roll through But we tremendous from the flame and speaks till the Dickeys fitted I'm barely a third year, y'all better plug your fucking eardrums What's up hood? [They treat it but the motherfuckers look like around awkward, I could blow kush?] They think they fucking with us, telling Roman we're so good I bang your feet like I'm the fucking tenders rocking tone Whatever you're about to get stocking homie what's happening Just always come as good I eat the fucking mics for breakfast lunch and dinner aight Like y'all are swinging your ways in baby dust I'm worried 'bout mics So before you get my name just regaled up and dirt mentioned Just remember I told you, we're tremendous in this fucking business