9th Wonder - Enjoy (West Coastin') lyrics

Feat. Kendrick Lamar, MURS, Warren G [Warren G] 9th Wonder, Warren G It's cla**ic y'all Yeah, give respect to the trigger finger I've been pushed that line since grade school, a fool Since I touched down, b**hes they want to f** now But can't get it, she got a** with her nose like... Pippen My pimping, it ain't never scared Got real estate over there and hustle over here Dare a n***a try to take it, he gon' fake it till he make it Shorty break 'em like a bracelet, that's real talk Yeah, don't you snitch if you get caught You already know if you do then you dead And now n***as in the hood trading kush for your baby mama throat But s** it up b**h, deal with it Huh, ain't no glitch in my computer Banging beats for the Gouda, paper plains, no hookahs Yeah, I'm driver and the shooter and the taxi I dare you motherf**ers get at me Yeah, yeah, yeah I dare you motherf**ers get at me, yeah [MURS] See I grew up with the blue team before there was a Ustream Seen a lot of n***as knocked out over shoe strings Rhyming on these beats since the nineties, I'm a factor Here with this career until I'm in the hereafter Cla**ic with this mic like Mike when he was blacker And you? You remind me of me when I was wacker I read lines and bring drama like an actor But I'm so Hollywood that you would think that I'm a rapper You think I got it backwards? It really doesn't matter Producer meets the rapper, he's the former, I'm the latter Spacing out these bars so you n***as can climb on I'm proof that you can still make loot and keep your rhymes strong Burn out the industry as hot as my performance Be the mainstream dream meets the nightmare of normalcy The anti of everything cool Still most likely to succeed cause there ain't no rules, yeah [Kendrick Lamar] Uh, my n***a we out chere, photo cutla** Another known for your luggage, don't trip You fabricate to the public, we don't believe sh**, believe it or not Call your bluff, then leave your a** with knots The juggernaut is in your rectum, call Pac and resurrect him I'm sure to cause a spectrum, especially when my mental telepathy Start to F 'em, A.K.A. f** 'em A.K.A. nothing's in my way once I start b-b-bucking, f** up your function And your house party, my life surely about fortune and vice If the Feds caught me I tread softly, judge toss me life And your high-tops and my posse came to properly fight Everyone's watching alright? If you're not watching me, lie Still my big cousin a kite Got my sh** buzzing when sh** wasn't a doorbell, an insect or a light year in sight Amen, now won't you be a man and pay respects Enjoy as we progress, destroy your baby steps Son {*8X*}