EAST MIAMI Lyrics – Westside Gunn

Read the full EAST MIAMI 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 GUMBO YAYA and BOSWELL, two other songs by Westside Gunn.

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Yeah yeah (Yeah yeah)

[Verse1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo yo
You can’t kill one of us?
We kill ten of yours
Shooters on each corner my trap like the Pentagon
Got the walkie-talkie pop you by the (??) had to Facetime
He wore a Prada jumper on the phone
Take a snap (??)
That’ll make me come and tag team your whole s*it
Balenciaga triple (??)
Still smell burgers on my Wednesday tray
All they saying I’m (??)
I been this way
You ever round ten bricks, sold ten bricks all in a day
Slim Jim hit it, still flew right out of space
But that my man you see hating his face
Touched my soul ’cause if I kill him a heart gonna break
Rubbed the Pyrex granted my first wish
No investigation please on the 1st on a thousand bricks
Know the rules can’t say something get your family tree chopped
A (??) in D block
Told Super Flygod (??)
Fly from (??) so stay calm
Big pull to drive for three hours just to have a vision on the TV
Now all these rap n!ggas wanna be me (Wanna be me)
I need a bouquet of Martin Roses
The pain always comes from people that’s closest
That’s why I pray (??) and stay focused
Tom Ford button up but the buttons open by the Ocean
[Verse:2 Estee Nack]
Yeah uh-huh (Woah-oh), Nack man, yeah
The greatest, feel the ashes
(??) the phone
Polaroid picture I’m stacking Provolone

Customer cooking methamphetamines out of his mobile home
Loading zone (Back it up)
My dogs moving as soon as I throw the ball
N!ggas is looking like you could hold the lone (Coma)
Indoor cologne
(??) rest in peace Soulja Slim
(??)
Got the ball rolling now knock it down like (??)
Whatever the most that we have is dough to spend (Change)
Roam the city in stealth mode, yeah
Black and white Adidas shell toe
Coppers tryna’ make charges stick to me
Like velcro
Tryna’ sell coke (??) sell dough
Ounces of elbow
(??) for sale? I said hell no (No son)
It’s a human science
You fu*ked the addict, the package
You tryna’ lose the client
Now let me summarize (Listen)
He take a hit and catch butterflies
Why pay you back
When he can just keep it and spend his s*it
On the next hit he get from the other guy, nullify
Fu*k you expect homie he’s double fried (He cooked)
When he walked in his crib past ten o’clock in the morning
His wife and kid seen him and they was horrified (Boo)

[Outro: Estee Nack]
Woah-ooh yeah
La cosa de la vida