ASAP Ferg - East Coast (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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ASAP Ferg - East Coast (en) Lyrics
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Run it up, run it up, run
it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt
'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt
when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly
reminder real quick, yo
Y'all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you
niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta
kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta
beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just
to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Somewhat a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make
a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the
back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and
she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we
go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again
my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-
beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like
a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make
her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and
now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
'Fore we run up inside of
that nigga's lil' condo
Put him in a box so the nigga
in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a
nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up
on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we're
in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!
10031 is where my zip is
Live in Har-ar-lem, up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like
I ain't got riches
Run through a bodega like
I ain't got (come on)
Don't do it for the haters,
I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y'all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous,
they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing
is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they
want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask,
do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from
where the toast burn?
New York, New York, 143rd
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean,
they never sober
For being in the streets
to run a culture
I never been in the weave,
I had hoes, brah
Who's that jiggy motherfucker
with the clothes, brah?
I'm finna kill these motherfuckers
with the flow, brah
I'm the best in the game
with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout
to every coast, brah
South to North and even
West Coast, brah
Blackin' like I'm fresh up out retirement,
my flow still monumental
Mental, couldn't ride an instrumental
but they ridin' dick
I set the standards for requirements,
so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world
is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, (aye) his
diamonds like tip (aye)
His skin too clear, (aye) his
bitch gon' stare (aye)
So mind your biz, how they find
the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks
for top with Kylie's lips
Oh my, oh my (run it)
Run it, run it like you
want it (run it)
Run it, run it like you
stole it (run it)
Running, running like I'm going (woo!)
Running, pitching like
I'm bowling (woo!)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie
with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I'm Paulie McCartney just
rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the
Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I'm more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go
Google my diamonds
I got some shooters in college
I feel like a coach, I'm
recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I'm ballin' in blue like
I'm hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don't play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon'
pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious enough
to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign
my car when I'm mashin'
Chain busting it down,
wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down,
game I'm fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck
that's Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast
like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows, son of
a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1,
made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money, slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home?
You know who run the East
Coast zone nigga?
In the kitchen culinary, I
could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me,
I'ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo,
business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying
up, like Taz's Angels
Never was a client, 'cause
that boy ain't buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my
top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league,
double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just
got me a finder's fee
Following my frequency, niggas
rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text
but don't speak to me
You can never speak for me,
see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house,
I'ma turn the labels out
Run it up, run it up,
run it up, run it up
But I know this West
Coast (Snoop Dogg)
10/20 was my date of birth,
the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp,
young nigga that's doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all
y'all niggas gon' get merked
What the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work
Bang on ya' gang culture,
out of this world
It's all on a bitch, is she
a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don't slip, think not, on
the block where it's hot
Legalize with the nines,
give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from
the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb,
Mossberg by the van
Little homies on the roof with
the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
I been working so hard, nigga,
get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga,
work to sell somethin'
I been working so hard, welcome
to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I'm from Long Beach
California motherfucker,
see I'm from Long Beach
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