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Gangsta party all night (Yeah! From Russia With West)
Everybody knows how we ride (Yeah! You know who the best)
Gangsta party all night (Yeah! From Russia With West)
Everybody knows how we ride (Yeah! You know who the best)
Riders always on top Lemme holla
To my **** That see no tomorrow
To my co-workers in a blue color
Dum-da-da It’s your big brother G
Sometimes they call me Big Poppa
Coz what I do is so proper No stutter
Low-starter, high-hitter, hard drama
Heat-seeker, Obama, Maradona
Yeah, keep it real while I’m hitting deck
My Pips in the streets with a heart attack
Super dope track, can you picture that?
Russia with West, best to protect your neck!
Riders on top Lemme holla
You ain’t getting it fucker! Don’t bother!
Coming from the toughest part of town
Part of town You don’t see any parlor
Part of town you don’t see Impala
It’s important. Чтобы ты понимала!
Where I’m coming from - Где мое начало!
Keeping it real for them Geez of any color
Gangsta party all night (Yeah! From Russia With West)
Everybody knows how we ride (Yeah! You know who the best)
Gangsta party all night (Yeah! From Russia With West)
Everybody knows how we ride (Yeah! You know who the best)
I'm from the Russian West Side. Just a regular guy
I'm rolling in a white droptop ride with bloody eyes
I saw you guys staring at me outside
But fuck it. Everybody knows how we ride.
The black sea's always on a grind. takin' my studio time
In two hours I'm done with the rhymes. (Ahh)
After my stuff, her pussy became so tight. (Alright)
I really like when she grabs my mic. (It's so fine)
I support G Wylx's "FROM RUSSIA WITH WEST"
You know all these things that we use in tracks
I mean Talkbox, C-Walk, Gee Talk, Gee flow
One and only Russian Loco on the mic. Here we go!
Moscow to my area 100% percent stereo
I wanna see ya hands up. Put it in the air
R.I.P. Nate Dogg, and other Geez we've lost
I hope you'll remember this Russian West Coast
You can always catch in these streets
Chilling with them hustlers, smokin' major trees
Ain't No one to knock us off our feet
Way we handle business, doin' it like Geez
I always kept it 1 hundred from the get-go
I see ya mothafuckaz stuck, you better let go
Now you can see me doin' it big like a fatso
I bet I'd buy me and a 100 bitches man If I had doe
You know I'm always on a mission and I'm certified
And I'll be up till the morning with some dirty eyes
Speakin' to God, please help me turn this dirty sky
Into a place that can satisfy my dirty mind
Soon or later I'm thinking about the things that'll make me greater
Like em constantly jumping into elevators
They be taking me up I turn my back to these haters
(Takin' me higher)
Bringing out the best of me
I ain't worry bout y'all
I'll be letting it be
I'll be doing my thang till I Rest In Peace
No matter where I go, I'm reppin' the west My Gee
Gangsta party all night (Yeah! From Russia With West)
Everybody knows how we ride (Yeah! You know who the best)
Gangsta party all night (Yeah! From Russia With West)
Everybody knows how we ride (Yeah! You know who the best)
Gangsta party all night (Yeah! From Russia With West)
Everybody knows how we ride (Yeah! You know who the best)
Gangsta party all night (Yeah! From Russia With West)
Everybody knows how we ride (Yeah! You know who the best)
Written by: Sven Armstrong, Алексей Бармин, Алексей Федотов, Евгений Жуков
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