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Westside Gunn - Cain Tejada Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
You could be anythin' in this world but me, nigga (But me, nigga)
All I need is one good pan and a bath
The Lord of all lords (Woo)
The king of all kings
Super Flygod
Ayo

[Chorus]
Pissy work, berserk, left wrist made his feelings hurt (Whip)
Shoot your block up, spin in the 'vert, my right wrist was vert' (Skrrt)
Been had two commas, click-clack for new drama (Ah)
Champagne popper for old drama, brains on the scrobe collar
Shootouts with Jake, disappear like Cane Tejada
Thousand 'round drum, shootin' it like it ain't tomorrow (Brr)
Young boy, put your gun down and take your Shahada

[Verse]
You don't want any problems (Uh-uh), I don't eat Benihana's (Uh-uh)
Louis V silk pajamas, prima donna's lovin' my persona
Cold world, wire the mind, look (Ah)
All Kwanzaa I'ma look like Marley in some Sambas
Ruger on my lap, watchin' Luger vs. Tatanka (Ah)
Movin' this block up, blocka, blocka
Knock your head off, lift it up like an Oscar (Hmm)
Body in the trash, like he Oscar
Camouflage, Óscar de la Renta goggles on, I'm a monster
'Rari, no doors (Skrrt), the world is yours (World is yours)
Sharks in the see-through floors, quarter bird on the Forbes (Ah)
[Interlude: Sly Green & Westside Gunn]
That's what you need, peace, man
Yes
Don't wanna be, you don't wanna be around no violence
And all that crazy stuff
Yeah, man
You're on top, you're rich and powerful now
Yes, sir
You gotta stay up there, man
Yes, sir
Stay up there, West
You the top one, man, you represent us all, man
You know it
The number one out of Buff', listen, man
You the number one out of rough Buff', man
You the man
Yes, sir
And I appreciate everything that you do for me
I appreciate you putting me in the magazines
I appreciate what you was on the video
I seen you when you was talking on the videos
On the radio thing with the dudes and all that
Everything you done for me is good, is great, man
And I appreciate everything that you do

[Chorus]
Pissy work, berserk, left wrist made his feelings hurt (Whip)
Shoot your block up, spin in the 'vert, my right wrist was vert'
Been had two commas, click-clack for new drama (Ah)
Champagne popper for old drama, brains on the scrobe collar
Shootouts with Jake, disappear like Cane Tejeda
Thousand 'round drum, shootin' it like it ain't tomorrow (Brr)
Young boy, put your gun down and take a shot