Waist Out/Tidal Wave

(Intro)

Waist out, Waist out
Yeah, yeah
Waist out, Waist out

Turn a dollar to a fifty peice, show you how
Started from the streets into the beats
Looking now

(Chorus)

Looking back nigga, I ain't never been wrong
I got my money up and I ain't never belong
I never let them little bro me
Paid my dues
I Denzel with the shits, now watch me make my move
Waist out, Waist out, Waist out
Yeah count it up
(wow) (3x)

(verse)

Got a brand new beamer, Yes her name is Tina
Got expensive taste, It cost just to meet her
She in Aventura but from the city though
No penny pitching
Hundred racks just for the video
Gang, gang, gang
Straight jugging and finessing
She could do it all for you
Just leave it on the dresser
Switch sides like a switch blade
Just know gotta get paid
Just know when you get laid
Just know what them chicks say

(Chorus)

Looking back nigga, I ain't never been wrong
I got my money up and I ain't never belong
I never let them little bro me
Paid my dues
I Denzel with the shits, now watch me make my move
Waist out, Waist out, Waist out
Yeah count it up
(wow) (3x)

END

Tidal Wave

Verse

Yeah yeah yeah
Pop on the top, red tape on the face
You ain't got it all get the fuck out the place
Get the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out myspace
You don’t really know what could come out the waist
‘Started from the Bottom’ now I pull out the Wraith
Pull out the stick
When she pull out the cake
Keep it a hundred grand
Like it came out the safe
Can’t fold, can’t flop, cause I been on the way

(Chorus)

Don’t get in the way
Make you feel the Tidal Wave
Niggas always feel a way
I’m about to catch a case
I’m thrown off everything
You gon get this work today
It’s coming now with no delays
Ready set endelay
Oh
Here comes that tidal wave(2x)
Oh
Here comes that tidal wave(2x)

(Verse 2)
Packing the Mac in the back of the ac '
Hit center folds, every nigga who act
Fake niggas wanna patch it up
Tarantula, 8 arms that'll slap you up
The master's up, we masking up
Hit your baby daddies, leave you bastards up
You call me weatherman when you seeing the reign
You be knocking on the doors of the house of pain
What's up?

(Chorus)

Peace you don't really want drama
Especially when it come to the commas
An eye for an eye let's be honest
Be blind to the fact that we on you
Soul get dark, unaccomplished
Eating every other rapper like it's Dahmer
Finger fuck your whole squad no condom
Nigga been a bad boy since Rodney
I came to bring pain, it ain't the same
I'm out the brain there ain't too much humane
You get it now no topic
In the this bitch mobbing out with my partners
And it's still fuck school no college
Cause a nigga had plans no promise
And your bitch had so much mileage
That I didn't even have to drive her

(Chorus)