Hit-Boy - Reppin' lyrics

[Hook: Oktane] I see you reppin' I.E. now, well, get yo' a** up I put this on my mom, my n***as and my last cup I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup Now we bout to blow, just let 'em know the west is back, yup [Verse 1: Oktane] Aight now, cut it up to that eight, let me hear that boom beep bow bam I'm ridin' round wit' no tint, they tryna see who I am At first when they was all on me I was like "Who? Me? Hot damn" They say "Yeah you, boy, Come as You Are? Ooh wee, that's my jam", yup It's startin' to get poppin', it's cameras out when I'm shoppin' Cops on us cause we smokin', f** that, you got a lighter in yo' pocket, n***a I need that, smoke it up, light it, I.E. hat, go out and cop it Skatin' outside, come out and watch it, posin' a** n***as can't even ollie Now where yo' favorite rapper? Man, go find two of him If you say that we'll lose again, we will find you and win Rap game Ryu and Ken Said these n***as is the bomb, I'll nuke 'em Uppercut 'em, Price, I hit the Hadouken We hot, I am IE, man, don't speak if you not [Hook: Oktane] I see you reppin' I.E. now, well, get yo' a** up I put this on my mom, my n***as and my last cup I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup Now we bout to blow, just let 'em know the west is back, yup [Bridge: Price] Westside, who you wit'? Lose ya sh** Eastside, who you wit'? Lose ya sh** Northside, who you wit'? Lose ya sh** Southside, who you wit'? Lose ya sh** Westside, who you wit'? Lose ya sh** Eastside, who you wit'? Lose ya sh** Northside, who you wit'? Lose ya sh** Southside, who you wit'? [Verse 2: Price] Look, I was nine years old, ridin' as my momma oldest son Rappin' every lyric to that Dre Chronic 2001 The bible say that life and d**h is in the power of the tongue So why the rasta pull out gun, it look like I'm supposed to run? I forget too much, I smoke a ton, hear these raps, I'm close to none All I fear is Joseph son, that's Christ, I'm Price, let me show you sum' Writin' raps in a Ford Focus, that's where I got my focus from Now b**hes see I'm bout my bread, they throw these kicks and show them buns Here they come, aw, here we go again, they tryna lurk f**, police at the door again, hide the work Never thought I'd be signing merch I'm flyin' first cla** just to rhyme a verse I was hustlin', givin' my Uncle Joe ya cash So I could get double back by the first, goddamn Word to Veggies, everything wavy You think you slowin' down my hustle? You crazy I'm a full G, b**h, you just fugazi No more handshakes unless you finna pay me, real sh** [Hook: Oktane] I see you reppin' I.E. now, well, get yo' a** up I put this on my mom, my n***as and my last cup I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup Now we bout to blow, just let 'em know the west is back, yup [Outro: Oktane] Lose ya sh** (x4)