L.A. - Young Seattle Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1:Sam Lachow] Ha f** it, play the beat like a puppet Buy a swisher,cut a swisher, gut a swisher and stuff it Wo-wo-wow, golly gosh dammit im proud They call me sa-sa-sammy lachow I brought a brand new bike and showed it off to their faces Give me a mac-book and a mic and i'll be off to the races Ding ding, knock a hater to pluto on round 2 though Gabby come on out here and sh** on these attitudes [Verse 2:Gift Uh Gab] Lyrically inclined to blow your mind I'm like an aneurysm b**hes want to step to me i tell 'em its a bad decision Hit 'em with a crash collision Its tragic i'm glad you witnessed The loveliest a** is back in action You know I'm blasting [?] You already know how i be beasting on them Plus you don't wanna f** with me i'm like the streets of Compton P-pop 'em, i'm dropping bodies calmly [?] [Verse 3:Nacho Pica**o] [?] Ballin off blue dolphins Bumping [?] While my b**hes lick the frosting Dropping, three sixteens like I'm austin All because I'm awesome asleep in a coffin I'm Dracula's third cousins brothers nephew half removed You think my a** is rude Shoo, keep your gla**es glued These little [?] dudes probably got there a**es lubed I know your sister too, she used to be my prostitute [Verse 4:Jarv Dee] Anti-social, [?] I roll han solo and skywalk for the po-po My bro got them punchlines and my flow [?] Rap game UFC, guess that I'm jon jones Don't say we the future then your reading your [?] wrong You are now witnessing a god in his realist form [?] as the holy ghost Get high off my pheromone [?] [Verse 5:La] L to the [?], well how I'm busy n***a get it twisted throw a shell in his [?] I be with a b**h smoking L's till i'm dizzy We two bars in [?] Rap don't sell i throw the L on the [?] Young seattle part 2 motherf**er Yeah you lack lustre, blast you whack [?] You rap like your family life in that structure [Verse 6:Raz] The only thing hip-hop about you is a book bag Im a beast, whats a black sheep to a wolf pack All of the people and things you look up too i look at Don't worry if i cook crack, i do they never look back I stood at the mountain top stomping on satan and [?] Loud as a fog horn Can you show me a real woman who's not [?] Through all my trials I'm on course When you was on my dick i was on tour [Verse 7:Grynch] [?] Got that respectable spit It ain't no question I'm sick Wack rappers digging there ditch Nobodies feeling there sh** They never [?] Haters what you call this I do em like i do the bowl while I'm on the sh**ter Half these clowns about as real as their followers on twitter So they can play the background Success they have probably never seen Just like money may vs pacquiao