Sepulveda E

You know what I'm sayin'? Cherry red paint. Gold Ds with the silver lip. It's me. I'm him. You feel me. Check it out. This that titties out, bendin' corners to your Bitch's house. Hit the backstreets, took a different Route. I hit Sepulveda to show you what this Is about. Sundays on the shore, That brought the city out. Find a spot that's out of town and sit Them bitches down. That's a hundred on my wrist, Tell 'em simmer down. How the fuck you claim The hood but you ain't never 'round? All the homies at the park like we hangin' Out. Jump in the booth, then I lay it Down. Westside original, they say I got an ancient sound. Crushed by the count and I'm lake it down. Up in JFK in my slides like I'm LA Bound. This That pressure music. Play with me, you see a stretcher music. Ain't got no money, now your bitch wanna regret Ya music. Speak on that real shit and study Like a lecture music. That if you campaign, that fuck around'll make you Mute. Slidin' through the city in the old school '84s. Play with so much money, talkin' green, Look like eighty-fours. Said I need to flex, fucked around, pull up In triple foreign. Haters see my wrist, take it To heart like his name was Owen. WWF, gotta wrestle these bitches open. They know I'm woke with it, I'm a star, Buck, ain't talkin' coffee. Interiorly suede leather, know I'm sittin' softly. I do this shit to rep the streets where My brother taught me. DOA, ABN the only real Department. You niggas follow me, this switch comin' Out the compartment. Remember days we used to post Up inside them apartments. Now I'm sittin' in a mansion, thousand dollar Garments. I got rid of what was loneliness. When I found you and my heart beat fast. You took my breath away. J, what up? Boss. I didn't know exactly what to do. The way do this. But I had to with The mood you made. And since you're here to stay with For real. Now I'm...