k**a Tay - Long Beach 2 Fillmoe lyrics

Uh uh (Geah, geah, geah, geah) Yeah yeah (Wha wha) Dogg Paw Records (Uh uh) G.L.P. Records (Geah, geah, geah, geah) Uh uh, check it out, check it out Tha Gamblaz (D-1-8) What? [JT the Bigga Figga] We low-key - city streets, we on the under Bring thunder, bomb beats for hot summers We at this, in and out just like a robbery Break bread, lay down slow because ya bother me Stressed out, ghetto shots the metal hot When the cats get to buckin and sh**, peep the pot Camoflauge in the buckets we ride, get up inside On the other side, now we collide, it's Westside Certified, I make it happen for my real folks Representin Fillmoe, we make them hits All the way to the L.B., cuz them n***as tell me They be gettin they grits [Chorus: JT] - 2X We put it down for the real folks L.B. to Fillmoe - you can't f** with this! And when it come to the tips Westcoast represent y'all - all we make is hits! [Daz Dillinger] I'm lookin ghetto fab, coordinated with some G sh** to bang Twenty cents on the hang, ain't a f**in thang The Bigga Figga Dilli ride the city gettin greedy Ohh what a pity, smokin sweets and switchin Philly's I get off the chain, get loose sip juice On my way get down 'fore I start to produce I need a valet my frame of mind is madly Ohh how can I be happy when the feds tryna jack me They try to get at me and they try to get me Nothin but G's is ridin with me, all the bullsh** can miss me Westside, Eastside, we ride slide and die For the cause baby girl, be f**in her out of her drawers She know me from back in the days, I get the cabbage Dat n***a Daz gots to have it, haha! I'm a motherf**in hustler, busts on busters f** all y'all s**ers and ride on motherf**ers [Hook: JT] - 2X [JT the Bigga Figga] Man it's more like nuttin to lose, and a lot for me to gain on I stayed back waitin my turn and got my game on (Game on) We're not a spotlight, shine every rhyme Maybe only cuz that's how us n***as came on I'm in the same zone of the twilight, livin the high life And I gotta rhyme tight, man cuz all my f**in fans I'm puffin on grams, until a n***as nearly can't see For tape three I can't come weak, I'm at my peak Do a hundred thou a week, through the streets Got us ready to start collectin 'fetti, swing cars like Andretti Heavy chips that Tha Gamblaz flip, when we hit Like the '89 quake, that shook the f**in Bay Day to day is what I'm talkin 'bout, who the f**in tightest? You know about Tha Gamblaz, G.L.P., Frisco's Finest Diamond cut records and beats, nuttin sweet When I speak, only represent for the elite We play for keeps, fast cars and jeeps, for all my peeps Clearin up the Billboard charts, on a single sweep No retreat, I keep the heat, waitin in my notebook 50 bar rhymes with no hooks [k**a Tay] They say my mind's in the sky cuz I'm high as a kite I see the devils run for cover when my people unite Tryna get my thug life right, and change the way we all think Finally found the missing link (What is it?) God is real, I felt the touch No way to ignore that I recognize Ain't no money from the third eye, so why lie? Expectations sky high, then we all die, but the game won't change So many curses, so many hearses, stuck in my brain I know the way God works, took me 28 years To finally face all fears and see my real life clear I near thug heaven pledgin allegiance to my livin And the feds can't hate, they know my talent's God-givin Never been to prison, I'm supernatural for real Remainin military minded, with a pa**ion to k** So if the revolution pop off, I'm ready and deadly I dare any one of you peckerwoods to play with my 'fetti So feel the fury flow, the planet revolves around me And now I'm thuggin more than s**er-free I pray for strength to keep my mind right Eternal limelight, still in my sight But now I see straight, my B.G.'s can't re-late Cuz I'm high-powered...