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(feat. Steve Aoki & Lockdown)

[Intro]
Aw, shit, we on the southside

[Verse 1]
Aw, shit, we on the westside
Aw, shit, we on the eastside
Aw, shit, we on the northside
Aw, shit, we on the southside
Aw, shit, we on the westside
Aw, shit, we on the eastside
Aw, shit, we on the northside
Aw, shit, we on the southside

[Chorus]
Aw, shit, we on the southside
Aw, shit, we on the southside

[Verse 2]
Aw, shit, we on the westside
Aw, shit, we on the eastside
Aw, shit, we on the northside
Aw, shit, we on the southside
Aw, shit, we on the westside
Aw, shit, we on the eastside
Aw, shit, we on the northside
Aw, shit, we on the southside

[Chorus]
Aw, shit, we on the southside
Bet you hold up
Aw, shit, we on the westside
Aw, shit, we on the eastside
Aw, shit, we on the northside
Aw, shit, we on the southside

Aw, shit, we on the southside

(feat. Sebastian Reynoso & KYLE)

[Intro: Sebastian Reynoso]
Ooh, woah

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she got the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb
I’m on, on, on, on, rackin’ up the blue chips
On, on, on, on, always focused on a new bitch
On, on on, on, better off with yo bitch
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Mille for the time

[Bridge: KYLE]
Can I hit it like it’s all mine? Yeah
Do you need a little more time? Mmm
Pick you up in a new ride, yeah
I could hook you up with a new life
Haha, yeah

[Verse: KYLE]
Things he can’t do, ayy
I make dreams come true, ayy
I could get you in the mood, ayy
Ooo Ooo, ayy
You know what to do, ayy
Baby make this move, ayy
Is she yours or mine? I wish I knew, ayy

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso with KYLE]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb

[Bridge: Distorted voice]
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] Grammy

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she got the right to Know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb
I’m on, on, on

(feat. Mac Miller & MadeinTYO)

[Intro: MadeinTYO]
Skrrt, skrrt
Carnage! Ooh, ooh

[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Jump out the top (skrrt skrrt, ooh)
Wrist on my watch (ooh, ooh)
Told her to stop (hey, yeah)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, yeah)
Learn how to watch (sauce, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, uh)
Learn how to watch (wam, yeah)
Learn how to watch (wam, uh)
Stack up my guap (ooh, uh)
Weight in the pot (hey, uh)
Rubbin’ her spot (skrrt skrrt, uh)
Learn how to watch (swag, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (hey, ooh)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, ooh)

[Verse: Mac Miller]
Yeah, what it look like? Little too much sauce, get it cooked right
I’m the same mothafucka, been the same mothafucka
Make a mothafucka faint like Suge Knight
Shit, better make time, and it really ain’t shit if it ain’t mine
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a K9
See the way I make her go down like a bassline (whoo!)
Yeah, back when I was just a youngin’
Didn’t have me nothin’, always up to somethin’
Started gettin’ money, now I’m off and runnin’
Way too high to function, call it comin’ up
And yeah I’m on the escalator, they be starin’ at me
They the spectators and I’m player, Magic, I’m a ex-Laker
I’m a mess-maker, I don’t stress paper, I don’t care who has it

[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, jump out the top (skrrt skrrt, ooh)
Wrist on my watch (ooh, ooh)
Told her to stop (hey, yeah)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, yeah)
Learn how to watch (sauce, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, uh)
Learn how to watch (wam, yeah)
Learn how to watch (wam, uh)
Stack up my guap (ooh, uh)
Weight in the pot (hey, uh)
Rubbin’ her spot (skrrt skrrt, uh)
Learn how to watch (swag, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (hey, ooh)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, ooh)

(feat. Lil B)

[Verse 1]
30 on my hip, it’s a 30 on my hip
Ridin’ around Oakland, tryna cop a zip
Squeeze on your whip
Bounced out, with the ladder on the shit
28, with a ladder on the hip
Tryna keep it player, see you bitches later
Free all my niggas that’s locked in the pen’
If you let ’em out, won’t get locked up again
Feelin’ like First Fridays
Bring the cars out on the highway
And we can profile
Switchin’ four lanes, turn the music up loud
If you really on the hype
Come through, we can go out tonight
We can ride through the streets
I gotta keep a gun on the seat

[Chorus]
Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?
Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?

[Verse 2]
Yeah, my name Lil B
I gotta have tints when I’m ridin’ through the east
And my girl Filipino
She dancin’ at a bar in Reno
I gotta keep it lit
Up in the club with a chop’ on the hip
If they don’t let us in
Shoot this bitch up and won’t come back again
We be feelin’ so hostile
Up in the club with the 30 round
I’m feelin’ like a rockstar
Do a high speed past the cop car
I do this for my young niggas
‘Cause everybody know that I fuck with ya
I gotta keep it lit
Up in the club with a chop’ on the hip

[Chorus]
Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?
Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?

[Verse 3]
We can ride through the west
See the high rise, fuck with the best
You need to tap in
Ten stolen cars, I was maney back then
Worked at Nike ’cause I’m all about a check
Pick up my partner, all we do is flex
This what it do
Hit the sideshow, do the woopty-woo
You can save all the chit chat
And no, I don’t smoke on them Zig Zags
I just smoke blunts
See me in the club with a choppa in the front
Might go and hit the ho, stroke
Hit the club and get a couple more
That’s what it do
In vip with a ladder in the room

[Chorus]
Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?
Gotta keep it on me like a Motorola, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?
Hold up, hold up, what’s the hold up?

(feat. Skellism)

[Instrumental]