Reppin Songtext
von Audio Push

I see you reppin′ I.E. now
Well get yo ass up
I put this on my mom, my niggas, and my last cup
I need my cash, yup
It was all bad, yup
Now we 'bout to blow
Just let ′em know the west is back, yup


Aight, now cut it up to that eight
Let me hear that boom, bing, bow, bam
I'm ridin' ′round with no tint
They tryna see who I am
At first when they was all on me
I was like, "Who me? Hot damn!"
They say, "Yeah, you, boy, come as you are
Ooh wee, that′s my jam," yup
It's startin′ to get poppin'
It′s cameras out when I'm shoppin′
Cops on us 'cause we smokin'
Fuck that, you got a lighter in your pocket?
Nigga, I need that, smoke it up, light it
IE hat, go out and cop it
Skatin′ outside, come out and watch it
Posin′ ass niggas can't even ollie
Now where your favorite rapper?
Man, go find two of him
If you say that we′ll lose again
We will find you and win
Rap game Ryu and Ken
You said these niggas is the bomb? I'll nuke ′em
Uppercut 'em, Price, I hit the Hadouken
We hot, I am IE, man, don′t speak if you not

I see you reppin' I.E. now
Well get yo ass up
I put this on my mom, my niggas, and my last cup
I need my cash, yup
It was all bad, yup
Now we 'bout to blow
Just let ′em know the west is back, yup
I see you reppin′ I.E. now
Well get yo ass up
I put this on my mom, my niggas, and my last cup
I need my cash, yup
It was all bad, yup
Now we 'bout to blow
Just let ′em know the west is back, yup


Westside, who you with? Lose your shit
Eastside, who you with? Lose your shit
Northside, who you with? Lose your shit
Southside, who you with? Lose your shit
Westside, who you with? Lose your shit
Eastside, who you with? Lose your shit
Northside, who you with? Lose your shit
Southside, who you with? Lose your shit

Look, I was nine years old
Ridin' as my mama oldest son
Rappin′ every lyric to that Dre Chronic 2001
The Bible say that life and death is in the power of the tongue
So why the rasta pull out gun and look like I'm supposed to run?
I forget too much, I smoke a ton
Hear these raps, I′m close to none
All I fear is Joseph's son
That's Christ, I′m Price, let me show you somethin′
Writin' raps in a Ford Focus
That′s where I got my focus from
Now bitches see I'm ′bout my bread
They throw them cakes and show them buns
Here they come, aw, here we go again
They tryna lurk, fuck
Police at the door again, hide the work
Never thought I'd be signed to merch
Or flyin′ first class just to rhyme a verse
I was hustlin', givin' my Uncle Junior cash
So I could get double back by the first, goddamn
Word to Veggies, everything wavy
You think you slowin′ down my hustle? You crazy
I′m a full G, bitch, you just fugazi
No more handshakes unless y'all finna pay me

I see you reppin′ I.E. now
Well get yo ass up
I put this on my mom, my niggas, and my last cup
I need my cash, yup
It was all bad, yup
Now we 'bout to blow
Just let ′em know the west is back, yup
I see you reppin' I.E. now
Well get yo ass up
I put this on my mom, my niggas, and my last cup
I need my cash, yup
It was all bad, yup
Now we ′bout to blow
Just let 'em know the west is back, yup