to the west! – 916frosty

Motherfucking feel this shit, boy
BanBwoi

You can do it if you want, it’s time to crack the code
Look to the stars, you’re the one I’ll always need the most
Gotta watch your back, stay on your tippy toes
Just look at me, you’ll understand why they call me cold
4AM, work until I get it done
Life sized party, let the people have some fun
Take all my tests while we rev up the eng’
Let’s call the boys and the girls to the West

Give me your love, I’ll take care of the rest
Rise in the morning time trappin’ that fineness
Diamonds and pearls, send an alert
Send me away somewhere far from this earth (Hey)
Drop it for a dollar now that ass come back around
916 is in my name, I put it on my town
Hits on top of hits, on top of hits, when will it end?
That girl is a seven but the head she gave was ten
Going back and I can take you where you want to be (Oh)
Everybody been knowing there ain’t no stopping me (Yeah)
In the jungle with gorillas and the bumble bees, yeah
Call me crazy but I don’t see it like that

Back to the west, back to the west
Back to the best, back to the best
Back to the west, back to the west
Back to the best, back to the best
Back to the west, back to the west
Back to the best, back to the best
Back to the west, back to the west
Back to the best, back to the best

Give me a little lovin’, baby, can’t you see? (Hey)
I can make this the life, just for you and me (Hey)
Throwaway all that paper work that smut away (Hey)
We can save all that chit-chat for another day
I’m with the gang now, time to hang out
She was calling me ugly, she wanna bang now
So let’s call all the boys and the girls to the West (Let’s go)
Bring it back to the days when we felt like the best

You can do it if you want, it’s time to crack the code
Look to the stars, you’re the one I’ll always need the most
Gotta watch your back, stay on your tippy toes
Just look at me, you’ll understand why they call me cold
4AM, work until I get it done
Life sized party, let the people have some fun
Take all my tests while we rev up the eng’
Let’s call the boys and the girls to the West

In the 1970s New York graffiti, rapping, and breaking became the prime expressions of the new young people sub-culture called hip-hop

Bring ’em to the West
Hey, oh
Bring ’em to the west, hey
To the West
I can show you something cross the wall
Pocket full of posey, watch it fall (Yeah)
Look at my chain, I named it “Waterfall” (Oh)
She told me I can go and change it all
There’s no gift when the lights go out
We can only get down tonight
[?] good ass time and a long ass time, we can only get down tonight
And it’s really so sad that you left so soon
I got a lot of things to tell you when you come back through (Come back through)
Hands out ’cause its offering time, throw away your intuition there’s no wrong or right