East Coast (Remix) - A$AP Ferg feat Busta Rhymes, A$AP Rocky, Dave East, French Montana, Rick Ross & Snoop Dogg
[A$AP Ferg:]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
F_ck that sh_t, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you n_ggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherf_cker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherf_cker
[Busta Rhymes:]
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo
Y'all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you n_ggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a n_gga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a n_gga sh_t
Every second b_tch I gotta use it
Some wack, a n_gga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherf_cker lose it
And I make n_ggas jump in the back
N_ggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna f_ck and she really wanna s_ck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this sh_t again my n_gga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the p_ssy like a n_gga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his b_tch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
'Fore we run up inside of that n_gga's lil' condo
Put him in a box so the n_gga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a n_gga down (fake b_tch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a n_gga mouth (break sh_t)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake sh_t)
Let us wallow, n_ggas know we're in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast n_gga!
[A$AP Ferg:]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got (come on)
Don't do it for the haters, I do it for the b_tches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap n_ggas
Y'all Now and Laters, sweet ass-n_ggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
"C_caine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who's that jiggy motherf_cker with the clothes, brah?
I'm finna kill these motherf_ckers with the flow, brah
I'm the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah
[A$AP Rocky:]
Blackin' like I'm fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn't ride an instrumental but they ridin' d_ck
I set the standard for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, his diamonds like tip
His skin too clear, his b_tch gon' stare
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie's lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I'm going (woo)
Running, pitching like I'm bowling (woo)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang
[Dave East:]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some b_tches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I'm more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters in college
I feel like a coach, I'm recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I'm ballin' in blue like I'm hooping in Dallas
B_tch I don't play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon' pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I'm mashin'
[French Montana:]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your b_tch busting it down, rap game up f_cking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You n_ggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my n_gga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone n_gga
[Rick Ross:]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I'ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
B_tches pussies drying up, like Taz's Angels
Never was a client, 'cause that boy ain't buying it
And I got a bottom b_tch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder's fee
Following my frequency, n_ggas rapping week to week
S_ckers be so weak to me, text but don't speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I'ma turn the labels out
[A$AP Ferg:]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
F_ck that sh_t, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you n_ggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherf_cker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop Dogg:]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young n_gga that's doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y'all n_ggas gon' get merked
What the f_ck is you talking 'bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work
Bang on ya' gang culture, out of this world
It's all on a b_tch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don't slip, think not, on the block where it's hot
Legalize with the nines, give a f_ck about a cop
Real sh_t, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
I been working so hard, n_gga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, n_gga, work to sell somethin'
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I'm from Long Beach
[A$AP Ferg (Snoop Dogg):]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, remix
(See I'm from Long Beach)
F_ck that sh_t, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you n_ggas get burnt when the gun is up
(See I'm from Long Beach)
This that East Coast motherf_cker
(California motherf_cker, see I'm from Long Beach)
Call me Mr. East Coast motherf_cker
(West Coast)
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