Live From The East

[Verse 1: Chris Travis] Neva subtracting, money keep adding Hidden in a rock like my fuckin' name Patrick Down, up in Hollywood, man I need an actress I'm a young nigga, but she older than my dad is I'll break a bitch down, quicker than my gram shit I'ont ever let down, nigga for my fam shit Every time I touch down, hoes get to dancin' Never worry because the bands comin' in advancement Two holes deep in the coup, that's madness Bitch I'm ova ya head, just like a fitted canvas Bass hit hard, make me throw a temper tantrum Smoking Indica, baby dolls in the castle Sure to come down if they ever give me hassles For the rap game, since they young and been a rascal In the crack game, walking out with a handful [Hook: Chris Travis] (x2) Bank roll, bank roll Blowing up, centerfold Hol' up, hol' up Tell that ho gimmie tho Nigga's keep talking shit Burn it down, hear me tho Make the whole motherfucking world see my vision tho Two hands up, make a nigga see the universe [Verse 2: Chris Travis] (x2) I'ont give a fuck 'bout nobody you can get the word Mad cause your girl on me Need to get at her Nigga's wanna go and get the flow, boy you better search I'ont really care about no hoes, cause the money first