Throw Ya Ws - AHS

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)

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)

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

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)

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