AUNT GINA Lyrics by Westside Gunn
(Feat. Skyzoo)
Yo, my approach is for inheritance
taught to make it somersault, Jordan Child’s decadent
Cash out and spend it background, I can ferris it for when my days off
Was with a Sloan like Kettering
Hold up, shit got out of hand already
At bar four’s footprints in the sand already, like walk with me
I’m God tear stamped already, like a seven sketched in a brick
With Melo handing out (?)
Meets Jungle’s older brother meets (?)
Pull up in Ghost, write you a parlay
Or it sound like a full street raised Andre
The style got something to say
They’ll kick me off stage
Slided where the top be
But rep for the nomads
Four corner box meet
I forthrope that
From the era of box jeeps
And just say no ads
Brownstones like the Cosby’s
That turn to the dope pads
So it’s dedicated to five mics
And five prayers
Dedicated to all my niggas
Doing state of fat bitch
Dedicated to putting blacks
On my mother wall
Dedicated to the box
On the Glock ass spray
Dedicated to black panthers a nd gold ropes
Dedicated to my brick movers who ain’t about to break shit
Dedicated to catalogs, it’s bulletproof
Dedicated to Aunt Gina, still baggin naked
Catch me on the rack yard posing with a weapon
Catch you with the quartet, we was playing Tetris
Balcony walked off, Roams eating breakfast
Got his brains blue out for talking records
All that pretty light skin niggas with the freckles
38 special on me, mindset is special
Kiss a triple B, told a bitch I can’t let go
Can’t bring my niggas round, my niggas clapped up
Tired nigga for the dollar, dollar worth the cleft for
The saboteur, saboteur, suki and pesto
LV Pontrel up with four with the velcro
Ron had six, four diamonds, oh hell no
I was coming out the chrome store on mail roof
Eastside Buffalo nigga it a hell road
Feel like JMS DJ in the shelter
My nigga with the trap fuck around and got railroaded
Dedicated to five mics and five prayers
Dedicated to all my niggas doing state of fat bitch
Dedicated to putting plaques on my mother wall
Dedicated to the box on the Glock ass spray shit
Dedicated to Black Panthers and gold ropes
Dedicated to my brick movers who ain’t about to break
Dedicated to catalogs that’s bulletproof
Dedicated to Aunt Gina, still baggin naked
(?)
See, I know niggas can’t fuck with me
That’s why I talk my shit, nigga
Super fly guard, nigga
This is a lot of bum-ass niggas, man
Niggas been copying my shit for a decade, nigga
See, I don’t care enough about this shit to even give a fuck, though
Fuck these niggas, Lord
See, I get mine just knowing niggas know they can’t fuck with me
See, y’all niggas don’t think these niggas
See y’all niggas think these niggas is something that they ain’t
I ain’t never walked in a room in my fucking life
And I wasn’t that nigga, let me just say that
Just picture any fucking nigga in the fucking world, nigga
In the same room with me
I know for a fact that nigga can’t walk with me