[Lyric] Hear Ya Say (Warm Brew)

Say it's gon
Say it's gon
Yah it's gon
Its gon be alright
In the west
We sip late
Smoke og
And party all night
So leave your problems at the motherfucking door
And get yo paper
Get yo fetti
And that scratch boy get yo dough

[Serk]
Now I just wanna hear you say that all my folks are free
And everything out in the world is how it's supposed to be
I got mad love for all of those close to me
Cause they the ones that keep me going, staying focused please
Say my name or you'll be toast to me, raise right hand with the rosary
Tattoo repping LA, all these freaky hoes notice me
They say they wanting more cause dick is what I gave her
Took her to the brink, call ya boy a soul skater
I be dipping, never tripping to the spliff, it's nothing major
Don't you ever pay a mind to my mindless misbehaviour
Say your last words if you 'bout to fuck with the crew
Because before it leave your mouth you gon be ducking a brew
A fist, a shoe, then a cane from that nigga Hugh
Yeah we young in the game but it ain't no thang get paid young boy if ya know what you do
Can't wait to hear my momma say I made her proud
By the way I kill a stage and how I rock a crowd
Get money
[Hook]

[Manu Li]
It goes one for a lot of money, two for a cracking show
Three words live ya life because you never know
Herschel Walker no way bitch I'm Kurtis Blow
Meaning I rock shows make em say oh
You don't wanna tango, heavy hands, Kangols
I don't throw bullets or Visanthe Shiancoe
Naw I don't give a fuck if my khakis wrinkled
Hot damn I'm Nigerian my ashy ankles
Pot holes in my wallet, pot holes in my lawn
Pot hoes on my show stoned singing my songs
Snot nose nigga dreaming 'bout making money wrong
And a broad ass queen to put the Donk on Kong
Keep busy with the dream, keep the mack on strong
With this X-Acto knife, how can my art go wrong?
I've been to heaven been to hell, are we down to Earth?
Am I an angel or a demon, hopefully the first
Stay sipping with the homies, stay getting hurt, hurt

[Ray Wright]
Let me hear ya say I'm faded out my mind
Chinky eyed with quarter sack and some Carlo Rossi wine
Hold it down for the Cali brothers players and pimps
Making hoes go wild from the game he spit
But umm, I'm here to talk about some real shit
Like a lopsided cup I'mma spill this
Spoke to my nigga Densy today
Stacking hella cheese all the way in DC
Making money for his folks way out in Virgin
His lady and kids, man they need to eat dinner
Let me hear you say that's a real ass nigga
Priorities first man he see the big picture
Far from home ya boys miss ya
Keep em close to heart cause you know they wit ya
So take you a deep ass breathe now exhale and don't stress
Yea we are from the West, got deep love for LA like the tat on my chest
See out here living takes a different approach
On the porch popping at Hoochies with your flannel and locs
Or at the del Rey Marina, pimpish fucking on boats
Up at the Laker parade with some hoes in the shade
So let me say I'm getting paid with these West Coast ways nigga