Tim Westwood - 1Xtra Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] Who else really trying to mess with Hollywood Cole I'm with Marley G though Treating Birmingham just like my Hollywood shows I'm trying to tell you something that you probably should know This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh My real friends never hearing from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get sh** confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to lose Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls are down to roll We hit the strip club, and all them girls find a pole I live fast die young, never take it slow Tell your girl to tell a friend that it's time to go And tell me today's weather I know they say they good, but trust me I'm better I sound like the coldest Miami night ever I'm cold but still hot you can't decide on a sweater Really it's whatever I am murdering and this is so amusing If they're a sight to see then I am an illusion I tell you I'm the man baby what is the confusion And if they still sleeping on me, someone hit the snooze then And keep sleeping while I sell a couple million I'm headed for the moon, I ain't bout to hit the ceiling I'm about to hit the club, women tell me I'm appealing But f** what they say let me tell you how I'm feeling I'm drinking These London street lamps got a real glow Dizzy playing driving fast but it feels slow And ask your man, he a hater, baby, he don't know I could kick a punt and turn that sh** into a field goal This here was meant to get buried I got a lot of things, I mention those barely I ain't lying to the kids like the dentist ain't scary I'm what Lebron was to Saint Vincent, Saint Marry But I ain't playing high school games Pullin McLarence through a McDonalds drive through lane I'm to fly, I keep it hip hop like Afu-Ra Baby girl on that Mclaren You gotta lift the doors Blades chopping through the city streets, liquid swords I do it better than the best could You know what it is, Drake and Tim Westwood