French Montana - East Coast (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes] Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix) f** that sh**, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast motherf**er Call me Mr. East Coast motherf**er Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Y'all already know the god gotta talk Every single time I come you n***as know I gotta do it Yes I gotta do it and I gotta k** em and I gotta hit em Yes you know a n***a gotta beat em stupid Only got 41 seconds just to give a n***a sh** Every second b**h I gotta use it Some wack, a n***a blew it and I cannot Grab the microphone and not make a motherf**er lose it And I make n***as jump in the back n***as up, she in the back of the truck Lil' mommy wanna f** and she really wanna s** When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club And we do this sh** again my n***a, pronto Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo Banging on the p**y like a n***a named Alonzo Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho Mad cause I took his b**h and now he thinks he macho? Somebody better call the cops yo 'Fore we run up inside of that n***a's lil' condo Put him in a box so the n***a in a cargo (cargo, cargo) Shut a n***a down (fake b**h) Throw a bottle at ya, shut a n***a mouth (break sh**) Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake sh**) Let us wallow, n***as know we're in the house (trey fifth) East Coast n***a! [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] 10031 is where my zip is Livin how I live up in the trenches Run through a bodega like I ain't got riches Run through a bodega like I ain't got (come on) Don't do it for the haters, I do it for the b**hes My flow Al-Qaeda, I k** rap n***as Y'all Now and Laters, sweet a**-n***as Soon as you get famous, they wanna a**-kiss Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z) I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg "Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg? Do you know that I come from where the toast burn? New York, New York, I run for dirt On Hungry Ham up on the corner Fiends taste the lean, they never sober For being in the streets to run a culture I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah Who's that jiggy motherf**er with the clothes, brah? I'm finna k** these motherf**ers with the flow, brah I'm the best in the game with the flow, brah In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah South to North and even West Coast, brah [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky] Blackin' like I'm fresh out from retirement My flow still monumental Mental, couldn't ride an instrumental but they ridin' dick I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his His posse too clean, (aye) his diamonds like tip (aye) His skin too clear, (aye) his b**h gon' stare (aye) So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine I find these college chicks for top with Kylie's lips Oh my, oh my (running) Running, running like you want it (running) Running, running like you stole it (running) Running, running like I'm going (woo!) Running, pitching like I'm bowling (woo!) In my city, gangs run the inner city Load a semi for the chiddy bang Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties Hit up Remy for the pretty gang [Verse 4: Dave East] Lately I feel like a Beatle I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino Moscato or Pinot I got some b**hes to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat I'm more Ali than Muhammad My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds I got some shooters on collins I feel like a coach, I'm recruiting and signing Look, I still be moving in silence I'm ballin' in blue like I'm hooping in Dallas b**h I don't play for no Mavericks You need to think who gon' pay for your casket Ignorant ba*tard But I'm still conscious enough to give hope to the ma**es Watch the coke do gymnastics Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I'm mashin' [Verse 5: French Montana] Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down Your b**h busting it down, rap game up f**ing it now I could be a j**eler, neck on Slick the Ruler You n***as is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony KRS-One, Big L flows Son of a gun with the Buffalo Head on my wrist is a P1 Made more money than E1 One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams) Get the money slide like a violin You know my n***a Max almost home You know we run the East Coast zone n***a [Verse 6: Rick Ross] In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary And I wish that blood would dead me, I'ma get your brother burried Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone b**hes pussies drying up, like Taz's Angels Never was a client, 'cause that boy ain't buying it And I got a bottom b**h, my top come on consignment Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder's fee Following my frequency, n***as rapping week to week s**ers be so weak to me, text but don't speak to me You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry Check into the crazy house, I'ma turn the labels out [Hook: A$AP Ferg] Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix) f** that sh**, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast motherf**er But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg) [Verse 7: Snoop Dogg] 10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth Bottles sipping, love to burp, young n***a that's doing dirt Long Beach across my shirt, all y'all n***as gon' get merked What the f** is you talking 'bout? Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work Bang on ya' gang culture, out of this world It's all on a b**h, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip? Don't slip, think not, on the block where it's hot Legalize with the nines, give a f** about a cop Real sh**, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay This is anybody K, California all day Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam! Long Beach, popping pill on 'em I been working so hard, n***a, get your bale on I been working so hard, n***a, work to sell somethin' I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone See I'm from Long Beach [Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg] Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix) See I'm from Long Beach f** that sh**, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up See I'm from Long Beach This that East Coast motherf**er California motherf**er, see I'm from Long Beach Call me Mr. East Coast motherf**er West Coast