[Chorus: Children of Lir]
Got North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
[Verse 1: Westwood Menace]
We be coming from the South Coast
We got money don't need to boast
And she pull up like she don't need a quotе
Brennan's she got the bеst of both
Today's bread today we don't need the toast
Don't you know that she is a dote
And we killed the verse like it's a Murder She Wrote
Under the tree and it's evergreen
Pull up in a Maserati, it's my kinda party
And it's looking hella clean
Living life like I set the scene
She said Westwood "what the fuck you mean?"
I was sat beside the girl of my dreams
In some skinny jeans, in some skinny jeans
[Verse 2: Menthiesel]
You got a boyfriend? I kinda ship it
I could tell stories but I won't exhibit
He got a problem, he's making the hitlist
I'm calling up Evan, he's making a visit
I got a hood on my head and some gloves on my hands
I'm like Ezio sat in a Civic
Children of Lir going up
And Children of Lir doing business
She texted my number
And I still don't know how she found out my digits
She's liking my lyrics
She likes what I say
And I like her appearance
We're having DMC's we go back to the future
But not to the old ways
Tryna fit a 2 month plan into 14 days
[Bridge: Menthiesel]
This is the South Coast
This is the way we live so you better take notes
1, 2, 3, 4
[Chorus: Children of Lir]
Got North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
[Verse 3: Westwood Menace]
Give an inch, take a mile
Counting shots and we're blurring lines
Counting blue, she got Calvin Kleins
Got inches she gotta take her time
Iron fist, ice on the wrist
I'm starting to think that ye get the gist
Stop nagging at us to get on the list
Got 40 calls and they're staying missed
It's better than this
Late nights paying off so you know we can't call it quits
1 In the chamber no chance that we're gonna miss
See it, I cop it, that girl is no longer his
She hears it she wants it
Our music is promising
Less than a year and we're gonna be prominent
Mixing these tracks and these flows got adrenaline
In the name Westwood, caught Breaking and Entering
[Verse 4: Menthiesel]
I got kinda bored so I threw on my coat
And I bought me a boat
Now we're tearing up K-Town
Getting the South on a wave now
Switching up tiers like a breakdown
Right now I'm tryna go crazy
'Cause I got the OT and I got the coco
Coco Chanel 'cause we're here in the Double C
And we're going loco
Woah
You already know
This is how we do it in the fucking South Coast
We've been making blue
But keep it on the low
Back to back
Going toe to toe
[Bridge: Menthiesel]
This is the South Coast
This is the way we live so you better take notes
1, 2, 3, 4
[Chorus: Children of Lir]
Got North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
Got North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
[Verse 1: Westwood Menace]
We be coming from the South Coast
We got money don't need to boast
And she pull up like she don't need a quotе
Brennan's she got the bеst of both
Today's bread today we don't need the toast
Don't you know that she is a dote
And we killed the verse like it's a Murder She Wrote
Under the tree and it's evergreen
Pull up in a Maserati, it's my kinda party
And it's looking hella clean
Living life like I set the scene
She said Westwood "what the fuck you mean?"
I was sat beside the girl of my dreams
In some skinny jeans, in some skinny jeans
[Verse 2: Menthiesel]
You got a boyfriend? I kinda ship it
I could tell stories but I won't exhibit
He got a problem, he's making the hitlist
I'm calling up Evan, he's making a visit
I got a hood on my head and some gloves on my hands
I'm like Ezio sat in a Civic
Children of Lir going up
And Children of Lir doing business
She texted my number
And I still don't know how she found out my digits
She's liking my lyrics
She likes what I say
And I like her appearance
We're having DMC's we go back to the future
But not to the old ways
Tryna fit a 2 month plan into 14 days
[Bridge: Menthiesel]
This is the South Coast
This is the way we live so you better take notes
1, 2, 3, 4
[Chorus: Children of Lir]
Got North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
[Verse 3: Westwood Menace]
Give an inch, take a mile
Counting shots and we're blurring lines
Counting blue, she got Calvin Kleins
Got inches she gotta take her time
Iron fist, ice on the wrist
I'm starting to think that ye get the gist
Stop nagging at us to get on the list
Got 40 calls and they're staying missed
It's better than this
Late nights paying off so you know we can't call it quits
1 In the chamber no chance that we're gonna miss
See it, I cop it, that girl is no longer his
She hears it she wants it
Our music is promising
Less than a year and we're gonna be prominent
Mixing these tracks and these flows got adrenaline
In the name Westwood, caught Breaking and Entering
[Verse 4: Menthiesel]
I got kinda bored so I threw on my coat
And I bought me a boat
Now we're tearing up K-Town
Getting the South on a wave now
Switching up tiers like a breakdown
Right now I'm tryna go crazy
'Cause I got the OT and I got the coco
Coco Chanel 'cause we're here in the Double C
And we're going loco
Woah
You already know
This is how we do it in the fucking South Coast
We've been making blue
But keep it on the low
Back to back
Going toe to toe
[Bridge: Menthiesel]
This is the South Coast
This is the way we live so you better take notes
1, 2, 3, 4
[Chorus: Children of Lir]
Got North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
North Face in the South Coast
Laid back in the outpost
Sat there in the barbershop
With a dead trim like the catacombs
Too cold, put the rads up
Too slow, gotta catch up
Blue gold, yeah, the racks up
And we keep the blue, no hand-ups
( Children of Lir )
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