Throw Ya W's

[Intro] They crazy out here (Hell yeah) Fitz and aHs got it popping out here We about to represent on the mic right now (right now) We about to show you some real West coast spitters West coast in your area (Hell yeah busters) [Verse 1: aHs] Welcome to the West coast Where we popping all the best toast, rocking all the fresh clothes Spitting all the fresh flows, lyrical professionals Rappers all sound the same like an echo Mr. Twister ex-government minister, Old school spinster, slapping your sister Your girlfriend is a slut then I'm gonna probably diss her With my two turntables and my virtual mixer (Trick) Sure as Marly is an Aryan Lover My flow be so fat it'll leave your stereo smothered And, when she leave out you'll have to carry your mother Because I lay the pipe hard like a Mario brother Hitting switches in the '64, making all the shorties get low Letting all y'all know It's four fingers with a twist like the song go (Hell yeah fool, Westside) [Hook: aHs] Ask around, Thorn City that's my town boy Straight West coast, how we get down boy Around here you don't want to get clowned boy Block is deep and you just might drowned boy Recognize where you at when you coming through Yeah you in the West coast, throw your W's Trash talk, yeah that's something you don't want to do Yeah, you in the West coast, throw your W's [Verse 2: Unknown] Uh huh, welcome to the west coast Where we roll with the best dro, tricking with the best hoes Blowing all the best dough, time to ride? Let's go Y'all want front row to the next show? Meet me where the rose grows in the "P-O" Where we smoke blunts and sip Mascato They dilly-doh is to stack a bill' or so Lay back in the cut and get chopped up like bricks of coke Whipping the Rolls, stepping on toes Dressed in all black robbing, Buckwild like whoa If you didn't already now you know It's the only ten below flow with enough heat to melt snow Catch a charge from the "5-O", and force your whole crew to lie low Warning all who oppose We do it just like the motherfucking song goes (Hell yeah fool, Westside) [Hook: aHs] [Verse 3: aHs] Yeah, aHs is like a sick man with an arm full of wristbands Wrapped until my blood flow stops, give me a big hand Able and willing to rock the mic without a kickstand Forget a microphone, give me a string and some tin cans I've been banned from battle raps for giving heart attacks And putting holes inside of 51Fifty and Starter caps In general, I tell these chickens so when I slaughter cats And make your favorite rapper be like "Damn, I wish I thought of that" We out the West so you know we came to lock it down Out of pocket, no, we outer space about to rock it now Walking around biting crocodiles, I'm a phenomenon Y'all are stoned like they found you eating pork at Ramadan In broad day while committing rape and murder See I'm old school like CD players with tape converters I'll take it further, I'm as raw as tyrannosaur A man of war, out the West Yeah [Hook: aHs]