Bad Azz - 2001 4dr. Cadillac Lyrics
Chorus: Butch Cassidy]Up early in the morn', the mornI'm drinking as I yawn, as I yawnWhat am I gonna doWell I should call my crew, I call my crewMan what a pretty day, pretty dayAll the women wanna play, to playBut time is moving fastSo I should move my ass[Bad Azz]Come on let's go get outLet's show 'em what the West Coast's aboutStreet life, cars with switches we live on tv'sOr next to the stars with riches you couldn't see meSmashin' in a Bentley coupe through L.B.In an expensive suit you tell meMe and Sylk-E. Fyne platinum on this Blaqtoven beatAnd you're in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleepWe hot nicks like Meth and Redman make you black outBack that ass up, get to this and throw your back outWe thug to the bone that's why I keep it all in harmonyAnd still I rise, won't you come along with meLet's hit the streets and feel the sunshineI've been out all day long and I ain't even seen one timeLet's hit the beach then swerve through the West sideLet's drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side[Chorus][Sylk-E. Fyne]I'm waking up early even before the sun crackUp collecting my paper in a brown paper bag with my nigga BadPurse fat with a lot of cashWhile them *****es mad, we C Walk and we smashStomp and stampede over the emeniesStill shining and glistening you can catch me in the streetsWith my thugs, hoodstas and hustle-ahsI love my niggaz I'm at the club with my niggazcause it ain't my fault they say I'm the bossiestAnd it ain't my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shitGhetto stars we're our own entourageWe drive 'em far, cha
