Stig - We Run This WCS lyrics

[Verse 1: Juss Kev] Uh, I'm so lyricalifornia Somebody shoulda warned ya Before I came and swarmed up Into the game, Took the fame and I torn up All of these lames, What a shame where's the coroner Touring ta all these different places I'm a foreigner Shore enough I'mma reach the top and keep on soaring up n***as say it's too hot I'm just barely warming up They say you're ill it's pure sk** b**h more than luck Got a bad lil chick and she sure to f** While we sipping on grey goose and you're the duck Yeah that was a little jokie Bad chick Sophie in and out her legs man I'm playing hokey pokey I'm balling like Stokely I deserve a trophy for k**ing all these dope beats Every single quote we spoke be genius That's why she won't leave she's on the penis Yeah you know she jockin me Probably cause how I rock the beat Dropping all these prophesies feeling like I am Socrates Coppin these properties like Monopoly Obviously you obsolete Drop the beat and get off of me *We run this west coast sh** * [Repeats in reverse] [Hook] We run this west coast sh** And if you don't know We run this west coast Ain't nothing gonna stop this flow no We run this west coast And if you can't believe We run this west coast Don't ask nobody ask me [Verse 2: Stig] Yall softer than some new socks We west coast like 2Pac Spending hundreds at the bar and that's just at the jukebox Yeah, we know how to party Crown Royal, Hennessey, Grey Goose and Bacardi If the powder in my nose is visible then I'm sorry I don't mean to offend you but look don't get me started Nighty night to any cat that think he kinda tight On the mic I'm knocking mothaf**ers heads off like a Tyson fight Like a spider bite we'll leave you lumped up If you come trippin off your girl because she's stripping for us so what? You better check that b**h We already told you in the hook we run this west coast sh** Matter a fact it's this we run this Merced sh** Every rapper but Tone while he talking that sh** Instigating, Dark Alliance, Gutter Boy Who that is? Half an Done, Track The Grey, Sean B and Young Stig If you come up with some hard sh** check a Lil Heze track Bet he used it first so feel free to scratch that, b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Juss Kev] Uh, I'm brighter than Edison Pipe her with my viper then I'm peddlin Write words in cyphers with these meddlin, kids And your b**h jock me no letterman If I don't get a ten then I'm probably settlin Ain't no veteran better then competiting Editing the game, it's never been the same If Kevin's in your lane I'm severing your name, Dang Ok I'm finna k** this real ish Bet your lil sis will kiss on my nuts cause I'm fresher than Will Smith And that's why your girlfriend Uncle Phil this Until the world ends I'm the realest And you see I still twist my fingers up for that new west Dude's fresh and one chick just equals two breast And 99 problems but I'm sending you text Cause she got that new Lex and she write my crew checks I'm so fly you could call my shoes Jets Dudes flex till two techs hit crew necks Yeah, who's next And if I give your boo s** she calling you ex I slam her like a Suplex You squarer than a Rubik's And you tacky like tic toe Yo chick know I spit sick flows and always get dough And if my dick grow any moe I'd be six foe I hit hoes like Klitschko in they clito-ris s*uts bust nuts when I lick slow Yeah I'm the sh** bro and I gotta get dough Cause I'm money money hungry man no hippo oh We run this west coast sh**