Delinquent Habits Western Ways Lyrics

Western Ways Lyrics

[Verse 1]



Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land



Give me a fat sack of weed and some cash in hand



Some vatos that can handle themselves out on the road



And I guaran-damn-tee you the spot will explode



I wanna rock Sur Califa Midwest known to deliver



Gettin stoned lookin' out over the Hudson River



See we poppin' worldwide West to East



Anywhere there's stomach acid in the belly of the beast



Where teeth is grittin' rundown but still hittin'



In their rides top tippin' with my cut straight dippin'



Be the type to leave you dazed out blowin' snot bubbles



Like a late-nite bud binge face down in the puddle



If there's one thing I've learned in my travels that's ironic



We all the same it's just we smoked different chronic



We are carnales homes it's like you didn't know



You're the reason I came I think it's time to flow







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[Verse 2]



I've been around in the game much longer than you can figure



All across the map to keep my pocket book bigger



The late-nite binges the all-nite party



Daily gettin' twisted off the herb and Bacardi



Rollin with my homeboys but they more like family



Started in the West now to the East is where they're flyin' me



A first class ticket we flyin' overseas



Crossing the Atlantic feeling Germany's breeze



Pissin' in the snow right down beside the Autobon



Shook the spot in Hamburg ended up in Amsterdam



Hit the skies again back home to my Califas



A little champagne the huero's high off the reefa



Let's take a little trip down south of the border



Chillin' con mis compas tequila is in order



That's how it goes now I'm headed back home



Livin' on the road till my record sells gold







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[Verse 3]



No matter how you see it now it's quite the same



You can tour with or for that platinum fame



I give a damn about the fame homeboy now you can keep that



I tour for the crema the masa the fucking straight cash



Fame don't pay the bills that's on the real



Only cash from my rola with that mass appeal



I got all yall in my sights tonite



You should be pumpin' like a hydro if all goes right



I plan to rock my funky rolas from the gates of California



Jams like a bug-a-boo all up on ya



Passin' entrance aw you know



I can't fight it yo I think it's time we go...







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