Hopsin - Westside lyrics

[Verse 1: Hopsin] Whoa Uh uh uh bounce bounce Whats my motha f**in' name H-E S-I-N yea yea bounce bounce, come on The heats on lets go, rock to the hottest beats On the west coast made by the best yo Used to move on the ground like the metro Till' i hoped to the top n***as like heck no I ain't that n***a on the rap tracks tryin' to front Like he blast gat's just so i can get the cash fast I'm the n***a with the mad rap here to take over the game Yo where the mic n***a pa** that Studio time you think i'm gonna go and find it? f** that I brought the studio to my crib Gods gift to hop-sin was hot-sh** To toxic for n***as to try and stop this Yall hating on my a** cuz i can make a n***a bounce Like he on the block slangin' with cops fast I keep the ill tracks bangin' in my lab Any minute you know I'ma be coming in hot stacks [Hook] Y'all mine as well call me a motha' f**in' earthquake cuz I'll rock you right Man i was no b**h in the motha' f**in' first place homie I'll rock you right I'm reppin' the Westcoast You know how i get down when i come around town n***a Westside (9X) [Verse 2: Hopsin] I'm headed for fame and n***as try wreckin' my name Quit testing me mane impressive you ain't You'll never be ready see I ain't lettin' these n***as get rid of me They can only wish they was ahead of me That'll be something to look forward to Do i got the motherf**in' game locked? of course i do I'm just waiting for the loot And for my benefit to be legit to hit it quick Cuz i want a whole lotta dough not a little bit Tax fees n***as for money and stack cheese Cuz I ain't trying to be living bum-my as crack feigns I be up in the streets runnin' with made fees Warning the pa**enger he missed, up in the back seat They're like what the f** enough's enough World gettin' mad cuz they see a n***a coming up Retarded n***a ready to slaughter n***as Got your kids looking up to me like i'm a father figure [Hook] [Verse 3: Hopsin] I got a dangerous mind and i'ma take my time Until the game is mine, that's how my pace designed homie The n***a just trying to make it right don't try to take my life I might have to take your light homie And i ain't doing this just for the hell of it I do it cuz it rides so well with my intelligence That's why i'm in the game heavy like an elephant My rap rhymes are like a sick n***a's medicine Go and ask your girlfriend what the finish is She says it's not me? f** that, yes it is The flows tight but homie i got the better sh** They'd rather toss your hits away instead of this I keep the hot tracks coming in the bundles And I ain't about to let it all crumble, bounce to this Put your hands up, stand up, get loud This motherf**er finna' get wild Come on [Hook]