Westside YG’z

[Verse 1]
It's '94 so watch B-Brazy as I bail through the door
With a big fat ass joint and my arms around a hoe
See I'mma kick that gangsta shit so let me fuck it up
But first fill my cup and crease my khakis up
West Up to all these bitches, swangin' off my riches
When they say, ohho B-Braze can we hop in? I hit the switches
See but never will I pass I just park it on the grass
Threw a mote for your hoe, now all these bitches eating ass
You either hang with the gang, run with the thugs
Bust automatic slugs when it's time to bust bust
I'm too crazy B-Brazy not your average motherfucker I hang with the Fig gang
Not no bitch made busters
One time trying to catch me but they ain't caught me yet
Here's a hint, I'm in my set with my homies in my Lex
Khakis suited and swoopin', enemies get whooped and B-Braze brand new 79 cut coupin'
I'm off the drank but don't think that a damn thangs changed
Still gots no damn brain, Jay coupe on thangs
Hoe's swang, my baggies hang so low, my ass show
Yeah, hoe, sweet daddy, not no god damn Loc
G strollin' on FIgueroa is where you find the gangsta at
Khaki suit starched, beanie, joint in my mouth
Yeah it's that gangsta ass nigga that you all call Braze
Known to bust like a gauge and fuck up niggas on the stage
Y'all bitches and y'all niggas on these nuts, please suck 'em
Jealous because I make my pape' by pimpin' hoes and fuckin' em
Now I might hit them with the Brazy daze
Your bitch I glaze, Beep Beep, ah shit man, your bitch just paged

[Hook]
Westside YGs x4

[Verse 2]
Well it's the B, the R, the A and Y and to the Z
And god damn I'm so high I'm lookin' like a Korean
Woop woop, and I swoop in a Coupe Deville
Pig tails lookin' proper plus I'm dressed to kill
I'm just as hiiigh as I can be
I got ten on another sack and five on the Hennessy
Bitches see me so high and often wonder
How long is my lumber and what's my phone number
Bitch, get out my face, hoe I'm high
Why I ?
Bitch You fuckin' up my high
I'm so bent off that Hennessy and the Tanqueray
Still got a double deuce and half a blunt in the ashtray
Hey, it's on, spill your cups, it's on me
Got a sack of E.T. for HAWK, Yak and me
Took some pulls off the thai and got so damn high
Got to baggin' on every goofy bitch that walked by
You see I love clowning bitches who look like Yoda
Li'l Hawk, I'm kinda bent, blood, pass me a soda
Big ballin' young nigga but bouncin' in a four
On D's hittin three's with my G's, nigga please
It's the West on my nuts
And comin' out the motherfuckin cut
It's a drunk, high as fuck young nut
Tear yo' ass up with the left, right and ?s
Gangsta'd up, hit you up, you can tell by my look
I'm bout to show with the two-oh sack of indo
Then peep how many hoes is on the dancefloor
Yeah ? and sweet daddy but I left the brim
But I brought a gang of tweed and my nine double M
My nigga A, the dope fiend and I'm in here
Need alotta help after I tried to stomp yo ass to death
A straight rat pack and you can't get away
Cause everytime you raise ya head *tongue click* Here comes brazy daze, woo
Now let me wipe off my sweat
Hit the chirp on the two
Finna swoop to the set
Hood rats get to swangin'
When they see the curl hangin'
Hopped out Ben Davis with the khakis way hangin'

[Outro]
Oof, 109th Street definetly in the house that time
Don't need no ass just yet, don't need no ass just yet
Oh I eat ass mane, heh
It don't stop, it don't quit, Figueroa street ridah gang