Reppin' Lyrics - Audio Push

I see you reppin' IE now, well, get yo' ass up 

I put this on my mom, my niggas and my last cup 

I need my cash, yup, it was all bad, yup 

Now we bout to blow, just let 'em know the west is back, yup 

Aight now, cut it up to that eight, let me hear that boom beep bow bam 

I'm ridin' round with' no tint, they tryna see who I am 

At first when they was all on me I was like "Who? Me? Hot damn" 

They say "Yeah you, boy, Come as You Are. Ooh wee, that's my jam", yup 

It's startin' to get poppin', it's cameras out when I'm shoppin' 

Cops on us cause we smokin', fuck that, you got a lighter in yo' pocket, nigga 

I need that, smoke it up, light it, IE hat, go out and cop it 

Skatin' outside, come out and watch it, posin' ass niggas can't even ollie 

Now where yo' favorite rapper? Man, go find two of him 

If you say that we'll lose again, we will find you and win 

Rap game Ryu and Ken 

Said these niggas is the bomb, I'll nuke 'em 

Uppercut 'em, Price, I hit the Hadouken 

We hot, I am IE, man, don't speak if you not 

Westside, who you with'? Lose ya shit 

Eastside, who you with'? Lose ya shit 

Northside, who you with'? Lose ya shit 

Southside, who you with'? Lose ya shit 

Westside, who you with'? Lose ya shit 

Eastside, who you with'? Lose ya shit 

Northside, who you with'? Lose ya shit 

Southside, who you with'? 

Look, I was nine years old, ridin' as my momma oldest son 

Rappin' every lyric to that Dre Chronic 2001 

The bible say that life and death is in the power of the tongue 

So why the rasta pull out gun? It look like I'm supposed to rap 

I forget too much, I smoke a ton, hear these raps, I'm close to none 

All I fear is Joseph son, that's Christ, I'm Price, let me show you sum' 

Writin' raps in a Ford Focus, that's where I got my focus from 

Now bitches see I'm bout my bread, they throw these kicks and show them buns 

Here they come, aw, here we go again, they tryna lurk 

Fuck, police at the door again, hide the work 

Never gotta be signed to merch 

I'm flyin' first class just to rhyme a verse 

I was hustlin', givin' my Uncle Joe ya cash 

So I could get double back by the first, goddamn 

Work the benches, everything wavy 

You think you slowin' down my hustle? You crazy 

I'm a full G, bitch, you just fugazi 

No more handshakes unless you finna pay me, real shit 

Lose ya shit 

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