Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

Up early in the morn', the morn

I'm drinking as I yawn, as I yawn

What am I gonna do

Well I should call my crew, I call my crew

Man what a pretty day, pretty day

All the women wanna play, to play

But time is moving fast

So I should move my ass



[Bad Azz]

Come on let's go get out

Let's show 'em what the West Coast's about

Street life, cars with switches we live on tv's

Or next to the stars with riches you couldn't see me

Smashin' in a Bentley coupe through L.B.

In an expensive suit you tell me

Me and Sylk-E. Fyne platinum on this Blaqtoven beat

And you're in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleep

We hot nicks like Meth and Redman make you black out

Back that ass up, get to this and throw your back out

We thug to the bone that's why I keep it all in harmony

And still I rise, won't you come along with me

Let's hit the streets and feel the sunshine

I've been out all day long and I ain't even seen one time

Let's hit the beach then swerve through the West side

Let's drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side



[Chorus]



[Sylk-E. Fyne]

I'm waking up early even before the sun crack

Up collecting my paper in a brown paper bag with my nigga Bad

Purse fat with a lot of cash

While them bitches mad, we C Walk and we smash

Stomp and stampede over the emenies

Still shining and glistening you can catch me in the streets

With my thugs, hoodstas and hustle-ahs

I love my niggaz I'm at the club with my niggaz

cause it ain't my fault they say I'm the bossiest

And it ain't my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shit

Ghetto stars we're our own entourage

We drive 'em far, cha