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westsyde bwoi da mixtape vol.1 - westsyde bwoi lyrics

takin you back freestyle
intro
yo, westsyde westsyde bwoi, hollup….come on…..haha
gee’d gee’d up lets go…..yes boss
i get it poppin’ get it poppin’
still 90’s yo, still 90’s lets go…..come on

verse 1
westcoast fellas then i’m back on this beat
hitting it hard then i gotta take it to the streets
pushing back the walls cause you know i got b*lls
mess with me i bury you deep blue in the sea
the world on my shoulder real rap regime
red beams form decimal you think say na film
words out take me out its all about me
eating the game up another version of grimm
im from the world where rap is the only food
freestyle habits we always keep it on the cool
throwing these words the rap king of the only jews
cats walk around cause im drunk on rap booze
adding up the numbers i’m taking the maths further
painting the game red pick one another
k!lling those wackness it’s a new world order
combined with coke so hommies don’t bother
murder the mic with own voice
that’s the real bullet when you from the own state stage
suck the rhymes into my head getting the real set
sabotage the whole throne
im dropping these last few bars, a quick one
i gotta do it on my verse,looking like the lyrics in my head
red fan, never giving up till i go to mars
hook
im taking it back to the way it used to be
still 90’s
im taking you back mehn, come on
still 90’s
naso, come on, lets go, still 90’s

short verse
now, taking it back now
it’s the real rap regime i’m taking it back now
with stars on my shoulder im taking it back now
then i sit on the throne then you got to cut your cap for me, salute naso
it’s a gee’d up thing when you rapping on this beat…westcoast
then i got to hit it so tight…

ladies and gentle, cgp ent, coldie gang
salute, naso, still 90’s freestyle
taking it oldskool, its your bwoi westsyde on this, come on
westsyde the mixtape..hit it……

hard times part 1

westsyde (yezzir) come on, its all pain in the world right now
(all pain mehn), come on, le’go

metaphorically speaking, the world is at war
mathematically speaking it’s about to rain sours
blunt edges black armors going back and forth
dark skies, ash carbon and even smokes on shores
pandemic, endemic moving on systematically
goosebumps appearing on skins gigantically
corona the covid the wicked pandemic
immune system boosting every prayers from the cleric
calling on the world order army to push down jericho
rainbow spice shades going infinito
a touch to the soul only god we gotta pray to
normal cycle basking in the brains, that’s a ghetto
show of shame, the leaders i say oh no
bulletproof this and that white as the dc’s lobo
one of the 2 of the whole world new order
survival is the watchword pray for us oh god
pains on the fl!ck everybody dying
ncdc keeps dropping shots about dying
no good sounds on the streets all we hear is sirens
after this episode the world is gonna retiring
glasses touch, that’s a touch of victory
pope kneel down all day just to say his rosary
check out the whole source, using its glossary
destroy the whole breed take it down with its ovaries
yea, its all bad time in the world right now (its all bad time mehn), corona the wicked pandemic
corona the covid, 2020, such a dark side of the year
salute to all you front line workers, doctors pharmacists, nurses, yezzir
all you essential workers, big ups to out there, god keep your soul
wow, 2020 cgp entertainment
rest in peace to everyone who lost their lives to covid 19
its only gon’ get better, westsyde bwoi
respect, im out!

sky is the limit (cover)
intro
yezzir, westsyde, lets go, come on
cold gaaaaang, yezzir, naso
westsyde bwoi, the mixtape vol.1, lets go, come…..urghn!

verse 1
started form the bottom now we here
it’s all for the human race we never cart the air
looking into the skies directions is up there
red is my victory color, i light up my flare
plans to be drawn for the real perfect picture
plan is the parent to decide the real perfect picture
in my head i always designed the real perfect picture
4 points to main center find me at the junction
looking very real x rid so simple
dots on my cheek when i laugh with a dimple
easy to say but the road is always wrinkled
double up the digits just to make it look so simple
2 night stand? never gonna be a single, urghn
getting this money will never be my second fiddle
to my ears good sounds give me spirited jingle
sky is the limit rapping aloud is a bingo

hook
sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
just keep on pressin’ on
sky is the limit and you know that you can have
what you want, be what you want
sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
just keep on pressin’ on
sky is the limit and you know that you can have
what you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want

verse 2
working on the basics in my mind lately
got few powers that i did stack smoothly
heads up till it pays off, keep it so holy
ronin with number 48 i’mma beat that surely
you can always be whatever you wish
always pray and practice whatever you preach
war of the worlds, everything is just under siege
connect the real zone, never try to break the bridge
hard times popping up never ever try to flinch
god is the perfect being, he fixes the glitch
color is the game rise to my own pitch
pick myself up even after falling in the ditch
eazy*e!!!(rest in peace) keep resting in peace
speeding away in pursuit of the golden fleece
work so hard, just to pay my own school fees
branch filled with hope numbers 2’s and 3’s….yes boss

verse 3
sky is the limit let me keep pressing on
race of the imma keep pressing on
decades after decades we always keep marching on
winning all the time like its another coupon
the world is filled with a different kind of storm
working all day and night even move with none
giving birth to the success haters burn
even if quickly burn as the hurting sun
never get moved for the haters are so churned
sweat is on you we salute and shun
life and death is a veil getting torn
running from the past im never gonna be euban th*rn
i just give it for you to stand tall
never give up even salah had to put it on
never stop, only keep going on
even the devil don’t know whats going on…..westsyde, drop it now, come on, naso

sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
just keep on pressin’ on
sky is the limit and you know that you can have
what you want, be what you want
sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
just keep on pressin’ on
sky is the limit and you know that you can have (sky is the limit, i sign out)

hard times 2
yezzir, westsyde, come….coldganggggg
you gotta see when im rapping
westcoast boy cause im popping now

verse
conspiracies be making ways into the system
full fledge hatred blowing steams into the systems
dark days going by in the world counting bodies
parallel universe interphase getting o’foggings
naija going dark, people dying in the north
the americans white k!lling blacks’ blood flowing forth
global massacre no orders from the world court
systems keeps working for the rich its all mode slot
restricted patterns we draw strength from the base
control the strategies power fall on the big mace
boxes of paper coloured in different black cases
never flown but abacha is got more loots in sp*ces
men and women we keep the world going round
speaking the truth much love keeps us abound
fighting unseen battles pushing us to aground
we can’t wait for the trumpet just to sound aloud
too much pain going in and out of the world
reversible reaction n moving in and out of the world
people speaking up because its really going mad crazy
power to the people this ain’t my own democracy
you call the bad word saying it ain’t racy
see through you like you putting on the cloth lacy
social media keeps up the check for the real frenzy
they say opor in my language and that’s very plenty
what is plenty than the pain right now
its eaten so deep its time we got to bow
putting the enemies down and they say it’s a foul
we be doing good and they keep asking how
the real life is all you being original
finishing the greatest looking very very clinical
the b*ttons to success is automatically digital
im alpha, omega and finally the finisher
we can only heal the world really so quick
come together and grown bigger than the clique
structures going bigger and gather than the physique
many can’t see far, very myopic
even abk roundabout them sabi say i be like opic (gba)
no dark shades our energies be going so splufik
bleaching away the haters omo no be by jik
ara mio o ya them say the world is so sick

outro
that’s your boy westsyde, i gotta rap on this
its all pain in the world right nowwwwwwww
i gotta flex on this
this is where i gotta flex my muscles
its all real pain mehnn, so much pain in the world right now
cold gang…what it do
yo, 16year old girl being k!lled in lagos, people dying in the north
general massacre, the world is on fire
pray for us o god, its your boy westsyde and im signing out

street tribute
intro
get your money and run run run……

hook
get your money and run run run, don’t stop cos price is your life 2x

its all expensive joke till you hit
the trigger finger till you get it
diffusing on block, one bullet for the glock
one left the chamber, quickly then you will know that life sucks
let me quickly take you down the memory lane
i was only 16 moving out smooth as a plane
but the hommies do claim no gain no pain
talks always goes thus if you die whats the gain?
moving down the street i had a very loud bang
it was all green and black from the common street gang
there was a story of a boy the future clubba lang
he was just being covered before the very loud bang
no one saw this coming he got surrounded
screams like “you ain’t bulletproof now, you gounded”
1 shot, 2 shots and the 3r it all sounded
the boy left this world as if say he don janded

hook
get your money and run run run, don’t stop cos price is your life 4x

verse 2
every other day something happens on the block
streets of life haters do strap up their own glocks
its like facing a test even though you pass the mock
16s on this beat this engine never go knock
first rule in life is to make your money and count
then run your race coded and always blunt
don’t stop moving don’t ever even try to flaunt
cradle to the grave money make their own flaunt
dotun never forget you got a sp*ce in my heart
you were a true brother always played your own good parts
from the heavens god will send your own fire cart
intelligent, resilient, superb and always smart
this world is a race don’t end up like clubba
later the gang said he messed up and he was murdered
we all cried even the father plus the mother
its all life race is not over until its over

hook
get your money and run run run, don’t stop cos price is your life 6x
outro
rest in peace adedotun adenopo

sun up (cover)
westsyde, come on, wadido..sun up

hook
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday
thursday, friday, sat*rday
’til the sun come up, ’til the feds run up

verse 1
sunday to sat*rday, we always hustle up
everyday of the week, we gotta double up
at the end of the day champagne we pop
pass me the glass cling with cup
blood bone and sweat, is all we got
days of our lives is never going short
prayers everyday, my gee’s go to church
no be say e easy but we got bills to sort
load of my hommies mehn still find it hard
i always wish life to be in touch
flashlight so linear till i see it touch
glory be to god, he’s our own touch

hook
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday
thursday, friday, sat*rday
’til the sun come up, ’til the feds run up

verse 2
lets get back to the game, i always do
been staying so long i can come in two’s
flowing so smooth, always speaking the truth
got power in my lines, james got the truth
me and rap music we be like glue
you heard about my songs, the lies are true
working so hard, hustling on the move
box up the money, we speak in juke
during the midnight the work be going good
in the day time put the table out the food
heavy eyes with lids so cool
westsyde bwoi sun up till we dope too

hook
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday
thursday, friday, sat*rday
’til the sun come up, ’til the feds run up

bridge
real life talk, real life….lets go
salute to every hustler out there….salute
this one is for you, cgp ent
fullsquad, wadido…..boss
adriel clothing’s, deeone ventures, melange
keep working hard, may god bless our hustle
real touch, come on…

hook
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday
thursday, friday, sat*rday
’til the sun come up, ’til the feds run up
outro
salute to all the hustlers out there
boss
westsyde the mixtape, leggo….ughnnn!!!
gee’d up, sign out, yes boss!

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