Cain Tejada Lyrics – Westside Gunn

Read the full Cain Tejada lyrics by Westside Gunn along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Westside Gunn’s music, you can also explore OUTLANDER and 055, two other songs by Westside Gunn.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
You could be anything in this world but me, n!gga (But me, n!gga)
All I need is one good pan and a bath
The Lord of all lords (Woo)
The king of all kings
Super Flygod
Ayo

[Chorus]
Pissy work, berserk, left wrist made his feelings hurt (Whip)
Shoot your block up, spin in the ‘vert, my right wrist was vert’ (Skrrt)

Been had two commas, click-clack for new drama (Ah)
Champagne popper for old drama, brains on the scrobe collar
Shootouts with Jay, disappear like game time
Thousand ’round drum, shooting it like it ain’t tomorrow (Brr)
Young boy, put your gun down and take a shot

[Verse]
You don’t want any problems (Uh-uh), I don’t eat Benihana’s (Uh-uh)
Louis V silk pajamas, prima donna’s loving my persona
Cold world, wire the mind, look (Ah)
All crime dollar look like molly and some sombers
Ruger on my lap, watching Luger vs. Tatanka (Ah)
Moving this block up, blocka, blocka
Knock your head off, lift it up like an Oscar (Hmm)
Body in the trash, like he Oscar
Camouflage, Óscar de la Renta goggles on, I’m a monster
‘Rari, no doors (Skrrt), the world is yours (World is yours)
Sharks in the see-through floors, quarter bird on the Forbes (Ah)

[Chorus]
Pissy work, berserk, left wrist made his feelings hurt (Whip)
Shoot your block up, spin in the ‘vert, my right wrist was vert’
Been had two commas, click-clack for new drama (Ah)
Champagne popper for old drama, brains on the scrobe collar
Shootouts with Jay, disappear like game time

Thousand ’round drum, shooting it like it ain’t tomorrow (Brr)
Young boy, put your gun down and take a shot