Dave B - Young Seattle lyrics

[Verse 1: Sam Lachow] Uhhh, Part 4, oh my god Uh, Part 4 Huckleberry crack Uh huh, I'm feelin' terrible everybody get back I'm talkin' 24 hours, 48 hours, uhh Just pulled out another, I should probably take a shower I've been wearing the same damn sh** for like 2 weeks I've been givin' 'em sneek peaks Lettin' 'em lose sleep Who he? Careless Runnin' this town barefoot Careful, but why does reality not scare him? [Verse 2: B Skeez] Yeah! Why these n***as hatin' on Skee? Trying to take my shine, I'm like n***a please Put that motherf**er on the V Keep the chopper on me (Blacka blacka blacka blacka) Me, I'm from the valley, I don't give a f** (Yeah!) Walk in to the building, n***as beef, I throw my hood up I come through with a couple of goons So make room, we got nothin' to lose [Sam Lachow] Ha ha ha ha, Gifted Gab, you're on another one, why? why?? [Verse 3: Gifted Gab] I'm a West Coast n***a, you can tell by the weed I smoke I ain't f**in' with n***as who got that okie doke Don't be pa**in' my n***a without ashin' I ain't askin, showing ropes to under cla**men Foe blastin', toe taggin' hoes naggin' Leader of the sea, so when you see me you see captain Sink ships with the flick a da wrist I'm breakin' a b**h, breakin' ankles I'm ballin baby I'm Spalding [Sam Lachow] Hoo, not Raz Simone! Not Black Umbrella! [Verse 4: Raz Simone] Hop out that whip with that thing co*ked Chains on my neck the 8 ring god I don't f** with fishy people, don't bring cod Treat yo' face like home base time to swing off b**h I spit that trapanese, no Klignon But I got that white girl in my spaceship like Xenon And I'm out here on my own like a teen mom b**h you heard that I'm a D-Boy in the beehive Titties all over the place like I need bras And my money up, like a skinny on the seesaw, see god [Verse 5: Dave B] Pushin' rookie to the limit, overseein' my enemies Similes curvin' perfect, my verbage You ain't no kin to me pimp Drunk up off the partial, tell me who I sound like She just f** with me, cause she know you a damn lie Off the metro and the vocals Don't know nobody that's flagrant And keep it all on the low doe I'm turning down what they offer You might get taxed for the show doe I put some pack up for option, you put a rack on the hold up, yo [Verse 6: Key Nyata] Aye, aye, aye, aye Everybody wanna know whats happenin' with Key I done stepped in the party with a cup of that lean I be zonin' on my own, don't care bout a thing I roll my f**ing weed right in front the police I don't f** with many n***as so don't talk to me please Only about cheese, fetty, fetty, all that I need You can say just what you want long as you say it to me And I still won't give a f**, cause I'm bout that money b**h [Sam Lachow] Yo ho ho ho ho ho, Ariana Deboo, end this motherf**er, come on [Outro: Ariana Deboo] Let the curtains close, let the lights come up Say goodnight, and go [Sam Lachow] Ha ha ha ha ha! Woo! Ha! Friends, Funk, Liquor Thank you