EAST COAST by Rich $tunna Lyrics
[Intro: Rich $tunna]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up
All of you hoes get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
[Verse 1: Rich $tunna]
Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish
I run up in your spot getting invasive
Kick it off, i'll just run it back like devin hester
I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her
My heart she stole, she took it and run
Electric chair i don't deserve the fun
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Hands start grabbin me as i run up the stairs
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son
Mami... she open, she open
Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show
If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row
Bitch i got that fucking swag
You don't know my fucking dad
And it tried to run away but
"sikey mikey" dragged it back
Legs... stamina's up as i run this
Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces
[Verse 2: Indian Doll]
If you did run, it was not like you to run far
Infatuated with becoming a relevant star
I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it
Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit
Kick it off, i'll just run it back like devin hester
Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever
My heart she stole, she took it and run
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift
I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
Weed stash go run hide it and stash it, head bashed in
And it tried to run away
But "sikey mikey" dragged it back
Fuck what them fuck saying i hit whoever at bat
See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open
With a flip of the tongue ima run up on them hoes (Yeaah)
[Hook: Rich $tunna]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up
All of you hoes get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
[Verse 3: Young Firm]
Runnin', runnin' from the same cops
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
Jt: fuck each others moms
Runnin', runnin' from the same cops
On that ciroc, runnin this place
I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face
He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that
South cal, we runnin' this rap shit
Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch
Yellow light runnin', in a fuckin' white dodge
Bitches runnin round carrying heat
Umm, this lane is open if, if you need
They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail
Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale
South cal, we runnin' this rap shit
With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
[Verse 4: Lil' Shabba]
Guns blazing, hells raising
Your eyes are amazing
Without the sound of guns
Packing guns, n' tackling bums
But i dont carry guns
Smoke until i ain't got no lungs
Amen, they say you only live once
Fake people who waste space and shot guns
Artillery weak with guns
I call it speaking tongues
My bitches is winning though
We got dat guns and flow
And my guns are directors
Or the too cheap t-shirt sellers
Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones
In kitchen, whippin' blow
It got the same damn crumbs
[Verse 5: Don Diva]
Mind your motherfucking business
Cali if you dont know where i got this
And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen
Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green
So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that
Been in cali a little too long, it got me jaded
Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera
I murder emcees from cali to atlanta
Rap skills known to be good like the man with the real cali
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
I'm hoping we can change with timei'm living blinded
You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid
[Verse 6: Trinidad Cartel]
Like east is to side, and west is to coast
And be the last hoe left, then i'll be ghost
Because that booty mad
Thick behind your juicy ass lips
East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/
Born into deformity in east germany
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
Going to east nexy year
Aw shit, the piggy is getting near
I'm on the british south east coast mate
She self made, i'm self made\
[Verse 7: Ms. Mama]
Soon as the stooly sings
And punches thrown with metal rings
Doing time in the pen and your gram's old
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Not king james, these were coke kings
Im hungrier than jordan with no rings
Bitch i'm delivering gold
Women front, they get its cold
Silicone bitches got the confidence
Daunting sings, flaunting
Things like the golden rings
You gotta go all day for that gold
Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold
The bell rings and i walk up to next class
Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas
She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since
On the road to riches and diamond rings
[Hook: Rich $tunna]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up
All of you hoes get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
[Verse 8: Rich Vybz]
My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose
The abuse i'm used to more
Painful than a severe chipped tooth
Sterling silver falls like brittle gold
Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
And i drop top off in a hot cold
You gotta go all day for that gold
But for long time i had gone cold
Bitch i'm delivering gold
Spiritual, fool's gold
Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose
[Verse 9: Ripsi WInelover]
Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car
And you ain't from the east coast, even if you are
I'm on the british south east coast mate
Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight
She ever fuck around, she will make a bitch kill
Well the coast is clear so go
Coast to coast bitch and disappear
Climbing up the pole, jack
And the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
More phillies than pete rose
I'm southern but on the east coast
After every show, a dream she hold
Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!
Like east is to side, and west is to coast
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
Im so bonkas, im not conscious
Ubn and east coast don't scare us
I set goals, take control
Drink out my own bottlesi make
Mistakes but learn from every one
So here's a toast to the east
Coast run kobe gonna take the trophy easy son
I find it funny as hell his death was in a motor
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
And i can see the roof. uhh
To liberate yourself, africa
See em from the water from my motor boat
Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load
I ain't got time to swag this is monumental
If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal
Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow
My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
Been trying to put it down long after i was signed
Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind
[Hook: Rich $tunna]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up
All of you hoes get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up
All of you hoes get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
[Verse 1: Rich $tunna]
Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish
I run up in your spot getting invasive
Kick it off, i'll just run it back like devin hester
I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her
My heart she stole, she took it and run
Electric chair i don't deserve the fun
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Hands start grabbin me as i run up the stairs
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son
Mami... she open, she open
Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show
If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row
Bitch i got that fucking swag
You don't know my fucking dad
And it tried to run away but
"sikey mikey" dragged it back
Legs... stamina's up as i run this
Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces
[Verse 2: Indian Doll]
If you did run, it was not like you to run far
Infatuated with becoming a relevant star
I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it
Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit
Kick it off, i'll just run it back like devin hester
Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever
My heart she stole, she took it and run
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift
I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
Weed stash go run hide it and stash it, head bashed in
And it tried to run away
But "sikey mikey" dragged it back
Fuck what them fuck saying i hit whoever at bat
See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open
With a flip of the tongue ima run up on them hoes (Yeaah)
[Hook: Rich $tunna]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up
All of you hoes get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
[Verse 3: Young Firm]
Runnin', runnin' from the same cops
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
Jt: fuck each others moms
Runnin', runnin' from the same cops
On that ciroc, runnin this place
I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face
He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that
South cal, we runnin' this rap shit
Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch
Yellow light runnin', in a fuckin' white dodge
Bitches runnin round carrying heat
Umm, this lane is open if, if you need
They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail
Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale
South cal, we runnin' this rap shit
With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
[Verse 4: Lil' Shabba]
Guns blazing, hells raising
Your eyes are amazing
Without the sound of guns
Packing guns, n' tackling bums
But i dont carry guns
Smoke until i ain't got no lungs
Amen, they say you only live once
Fake people who waste space and shot guns
Artillery weak with guns
I call it speaking tongues
My bitches is winning though
We got dat guns and flow
And my guns are directors
Or the too cheap t-shirt sellers
Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones
In kitchen, whippin' blow
It got the same damn crumbs
[Verse 5: Don Diva]
Mind your motherfucking business
Cali if you dont know where i got this
And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen
Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green
So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that
Been in cali a little too long, it got me jaded
Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera
I murder emcees from cali to atlanta
Rap skills known to be good like the man with the real cali
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
I'm hoping we can change with timei'm living blinded
You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid
[Verse 6: Trinidad Cartel]
Like east is to side, and west is to coast
And be the last hoe left, then i'll be ghost
Because that booty mad
Thick behind your juicy ass lips
East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/
Born into deformity in east germany
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
Going to east nexy year
Aw shit, the piggy is getting near
I'm on the british south east coast mate
She self made, i'm self made\
[Verse 7: Ms. Mama]
Soon as the stooly sings
And punches thrown with metal rings
Doing time in the pen and your gram's old
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Not king james, these were coke kings
Im hungrier than jordan with no rings
Bitch i'm delivering gold
Women front, they get its cold
Silicone bitches got the confidence
Daunting sings, flaunting
Things like the golden rings
You gotta go all day for that gold
Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold
The bell rings and i walk up to next class
Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas
She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since
On the road to riches and diamond rings
[Hook: Rich $tunna]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up
All of you hoes get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
[Verse 8: Rich Vybz]
My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose
The abuse i'm used to more
Painful than a severe chipped tooth
Sterling silver falls like brittle gold
Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
And i drop top off in a hot cold
You gotta go all day for that gold
But for long time i had gone cold
Bitch i'm delivering gold
Spiritual, fool's gold
Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose
[Verse 9: Ripsi WInelover]
Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car
And you ain't from the east coast, even if you are
I'm on the british south east coast mate
Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight
She ever fuck around, she will make a bitch kill
Well the coast is clear so go
Coast to coast bitch and disappear
Climbing up the pole, jack
And the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
More phillies than pete rose
I'm southern but on the east coast
After every show, a dream she hold
Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!
Like east is to side, and west is to coast
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
Im so bonkas, im not conscious
Ubn and east coast don't scare us
I set goals, take control
Drink out my own bottlesi make
Mistakes but learn from every one
So here's a toast to the east
Coast run kobe gonna take the trophy easy son
I find it funny as hell his death was in a motor
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
And i can see the roof. uhh
To liberate yourself, africa
See em from the water from my motor boat
Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load
I ain't got time to swag this is monumental
If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal
Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow
My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
Been trying to put it down long after i was signed
Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind
[Hook: Rich $tunna]
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up
All of you hoes get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker