Chico & Coolwadda

Chico & Coolwadda - Wild 'n tha West songtekst

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(feat. Kurupt, Defari and Juice)



[Coolwadda]

I thank, so if I don't your considered slippin

Then I gots to get you even if we aint trippin

Fuck that nigga who aint Wadda try to certify

Got love for Chico anybody else we do not vibe

I think niggas try to flip the old school shit too much

I think I put there like ?? with a nice touch

I think emcees with no flavor should stop rappin

I think some sampling is cool if fools aint yappin

Man that's it about it, I don't wanna hear shit about it

Plus I think when this shit drops niggas gon' get about it

Hip Hop is too crowded

And I'm on in the tip of the stage slappin hands in the front row tight

Hittin blunt rolled tight, y'all swing 'em left to right

If ya feelin it

Don't even talk about this verse, just say I'm killin it

What chou think about that? It's just a thought, thought

I think flava to this whole shit is what we brought



[Chico]

See I've been thinkin all these bitch niggas need to quit it

And quick to speak on it niggas aint never get it

Rhyme reported Chico the Chipper put it in order

What the fuck they run? Nuttin but they bath water

Last quarter, less than ten ticks

Standin at the line can't you feel this shit and bricks

Brickin like a busta

Cus you sour like lemon custard, don't trust ya

Nigga shoulda been rushed off the stage

Feelin nutty then bust a gauge

Cut like spades, blowin back out like hand grenades

Ya ?? bleeding

Now you in church, four days later obituary reading

Test me, lets see am I hard like I claim to be

Stomach scarred from the gang activity

Just a memory he did and I wont get caught

Let it be known “fuck 'em” that's my thought



[Defari]

The average man fragile, handle with care

On the contraire me, I'm a golden state bear

Dump a flare in the air

Two shot from the glocks

Style I got, karate chop through a concrete block

Chop the tree in the amount for the blunt

Those are what niggas smoke out of where I come from

Hit hard blinds eye blit you Bret Favre

RIP Derrick Thomas promised to work hard

And hold it down like a big hog

Cool cats run with big dogs

Blacks fall victims to the White man's laws

Aint nuttin new under the sun

But you never heard Defari's version of how the West was won

Two smoking mikes instead of guns

My tongue way a ton

They all want advice, you I got some

So many rap critics think they can spit it

Don't touch a mic if you aint tight and that's on Likwit



[Juice]

I feel great hookin up the ill state in killa Cali

I'm about to make these muthafuckas feel a valley

Parallel Kurupt and Defari lie

Without a deal, you should see the type of car I drive

With mista Chico the Chipper and Juice on the Glove beat

See this where the hip hoppers and the thugs meat

For you to drop a dope 16 joints

I'd have to lower my IQ a whole 15 points

I'm a Prozac gangsta, I sold crack thanks ta

My niggas I'm able to control whack prankstas

Exquisite, I freestyle I love it and I live it

Ask my niggas Tash and J-Ro, can I Xzibit?

I almost died on the bumpy plane ride

So now Cali Chronic well it got my brains fried

And if you muthafuckas want beef, well let my crew know

I draw four on ya like a nigga playin Uno



[Kurupt]

Posted up with the homies big Chi (What up Chico?)

Big bolla, exquisite, heat seek, dentin niggas physics

I'm Cold Iron Stone, cold and scone, the Magma Emcee

Stone Cold Gotti

Me and big Chico from the hood go back in like sugar Shawn Stacey's

'Llacs and cocker sacks

Golf hats and thunder domes

59th Ave. and Horseman and thunder rolls

Ya life's a gimic (gimic) I shift and spit poetical epidemics

Missin disorder, poetically sniping in alphabetical order

Alphabetical slaughter, bomb by the quarters

Shell senda (yeah nigga)

Blair witch from senda

I'm Alexander the Great 38

Teflon Milan

Projectile, pterodactyl

Airborne swoopin over the crowd

Kurupt nigga



[Hook x4]

It's wild 'n tha west, wild 'n tha west

Teflon blast through your vest with your chest

If you go down bang hard on the west

We could spit round see it's wild 'n tha west



[Coolwadda]

Uhh yeah

That's that parralel shit right there

Nigga, all you mutha fuckas

Thought niggas was playin

Nigga, we aint playi
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