West Coast Wu

Backpack raps with yacks in it
Don’t get you cap peeled by the black menace
K.Dot, move like a militant soldier
On point like a pyramid
I’m in a lab cooking up all day
Fuck 'em up all day
Like a nympho I’ve been dope since
Trynna convince hoes I got good hair
You know damn well there’s chemicals there
I’m in the hood with the seventeen year old that’s on hood patrol
And they want stripes so they shoot off bikes and you know
Any moment you can loose your life so kiss your kid and hug your wife or
whatnot yo
I with a dragon
He tried to throw a flame but I ducked and I stabbed him
Came out the battle laughing
That’s a metaphor for any rapper who want it
I smack him 'till his nose is running
You know the hose is coming if i’m there
And the hoes is coming
Must we hit the hotel
There’s no assumptions
before I move out
I pull the 105
Before your ass get throughout
The backseat (there's a dead guy on the freeway !)
Oh, it’s not Dot ! Tell the medic he’s OK
A beast when the beat break
You probably think I’m dope like it’s illest shit I wrote
But to me it’s a throwaway
Is it really real son
Is it really real son
Is it really real son
Is it really real?
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel
Come again
No introduction you know my name
Soul brother
Is it really real son
Is it really real son
Is it really real son
Is it really real?
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel