Delinquent Habits Western Ways lyrics

[Verse 1]

Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land

Give me a fat sack of weed and some cash in hand

Some vatos that can handle themselves out on the road

And I guaran-damn-tee you the spot will explode

I wanna rock Sur Califa Midwest known to deliver

Gettin stoned lookin` out over the Hudson River

See we poppin` worldwide West to East

Anywhere there`s stomach acid in the belly of the beast

Where teeth is grittin` rundown but still hittin`

In their rides top tippin` with my cut straight dippin`

Be the type to leave you dazed out blowin` snot bubbles

Like a late-nite bud binge face down in the puddle

If there`s one thing I`ve learned in my travels that`s ironic

We all the same it`s just we smoked different chronic

We are carnales homes it`s like you didn`t know

You`re the reason I came I think it`s time to flow



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[Verse 2]

I`ve been around in the game much longer than you can figure

All across the map to keep my pocket book bigger

The late-nite binges the all-nite party

Daily gettin` twisted off the herb and Bacardi

Rollin with my homeboys but they more like family

Started in the West now to the East is where they`re flyin` me

A first class ticket we flyin` overseas

Crossing the Atlantic feeling Germany`s breeze

Pissin` in the snow right down beside the Autobon

Shook the spot in Hamburg ended up in Amsterdam

Hit the skies again back home to my Califas

A little champagne the huero`s high off the reefa

Let`s take a little trip down south of the border

Chillin` con mis compas tequila is in order

That`s how it goes now I`m headed back home

Livin` on the road till my record sells gold



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[Verse 3]

No matter how you see it now it`s quite the same

You can tour with or for that platinum fame

I give a damn about the fame homeboy now you can keep that

I tour for the crema the masa the fucking straight cash

Fame don`t pay the bills that`s on the real

Only cash from my rola with that mass appeal

I got all yall in my sights tonite

You should be pumpin` like a hydro if all goes right

I plan to rock my funky rolas from the gates of California

Jams like a bug-a-boo all up on ya

Passin` entrance aw you know

I can`t fight it yo I think it`s time we go...



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