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Ride Clean
03:00
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(Rein-D)
Fire up a pound let’s all get down
kOsTyLe & Rein-D with the sure shot sound
share the link to this joint and pass it all around (all around).
Yo. The mission is clear: To stay RAW forever
When they say there go Rein, they ain’t talkin bout weather
Spark a blunt in the Rockies gettin’ higher than Denver
Yeah they did it again just in case you don’t remember
Yo that (E)LP was dope kill a mic like Michael Render
Put a dent in the game like a couple fender benders
Rip the heart out a bigot’s chest and eat that sh*t for dinner and
I’ll do it again in a San Jose second or a Ft. Worth minute
Yo! There is no limit, this is no gimmick check it
Not a racist, Communist, Marxist, whatever
I’m a rap artist taking out targets regardless
what the charge is and
I’ll never beg your pardon
I’m from the old school
But my mentality is modern
What up with all these fake internet kids
Online all day daydreaming
While you can find me in your tape deck
Or on some app streaming I’m revealing
These dudes is a blasphemy
Western Goodz 4 Life, ask for me!
Hook
kOsTyLe
It's time to make a beat pull out the lap top
Banging on the MPC man this jam knocks
Been down since 93 getting mad props
Way back when BDP released Black Cop
You could catch kOsTyLe on the black top
Playing ball with Rein-D taking damn shots
When it comes to JD (Jack Daniels) we taking mad shots
Cuz the skillz we have we got
And you can not
Be down with the team like a mascot
These faggot ass rappers wearing ascotts
Behind the scene seen taking back shots
All on the IG creating snap shots
You say Huh, What?
This track rocks...
You can hear it slapping down the damn block
We cooking up that raw like the crack spot
Cracking crackers in they jaw with a pad lock
Call it lock jaw
Or what you damn want
No matter what you call it, this jam knocks
Hook
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2. |
Oye
02:19
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Western Goodz brings the heat so Hip-Hop’s not dead
kOsTyLe makes the beats to make you nod your head
(Rein-D)
Life is like a see-saw
You get what you put in for
Hop in the machine and take it back like a repo
You can’t hack Rein-D cuz me I make my free throws
The West Coast barbarian
Controlling mics like totalitarians
Beats I barrel over em
Ya girl can’t believe it’s really happenin’
Yo all this fast rappin and beats that be slappin
You’re now rocking with the ultimate
Without an ultimatum
Skate from state to state and
Rip every stadium
Ya chick is lookin’up
While she’s giving me some cranium
With those puppy dog eyes
Another tequila sunrise
Open up wide and
Watch son rise
Western Goodz is the ish mama
It’s not a surprise!
Western Goodz brings the heat so Hip-Hop’s not dead
kOsTyLe makes the beats to make you nod your head
Don't follow a trend be yourself and rock with us instead
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3. |
Dipped
02:44
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(Rein-D)
They call me Rein-One
I’m from the Southside of the Villa
In a lab cabin California word to Dilla
Not a terrorist but a microphone killa
You know my style is slicker than pickpockets in Manila
I am not a rookie son I am no beginner
I was 5 years old when Michael Jackson dropped Thriller
Which means I’m old as dirt old enough to be your Poppy
You can’t be my kids cuz your rhymes are too sloppy
Ima never quit you will never stop me
There is no comparison to these carbon copies
Throw your hands in the sky like it was a robbery
If you lookin for that work meet me in the lobby
Mic check migiddy microphone checka
If you poppin junk then I’ll have to Das EFX ya
A representer from the cradle to the grave
I remember those days we used to pass out them tapes or
CD’s how about MP3’s
This reminds me of some Pharcyde mixed with BDP
So go and pack the pipe and light up those trees
Turn on the microphones and bless the M.I.C.
Just don’t…
Hook
Drop The Mic
Drop, Drop The Mic
Verse 2: kOsTyLe
Yo, I got the fever now I'm laying down another
Track no turning back I'm blowing up just like a hover...
Board
Good Lord!
Press record when I am rapping
I'll cut your mic chord
Like the sword of an assassin
Your sort of like a has been
And short a lot of passion
I'll sack your wack ass like quarter backs in Madden
Your game...
Is slacking
Too hard for you
Imagine
Me dropping the mic
Is like, Kanye not bragging
It won't happen
I'm Todd Shaw macking
But never Too Short
I'm coming through
With what I'm packing
Thee..... MPC
The M - I - to the C
R - O - P - H - O - N to the E
Are my
Weapons of choice
And this annoying voice
Make you go
YO YO
Like that group Rose Royce
So rejoice....
And go Bah Diddly Diddly Dee
Like Heavy D and The Boyz
I'm Living Large
Big Tyme (Two Heavy D albums)
And only spit dope rhymes
Sip Tequila and lime
With my partner in Crime
We be
Climbing up
And never
Falling down
CoNmEn with that sound
That is world renowned (Now)
Hook
Drop The Mic
Drop, Drop The Mic
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5. |
Hey, Yo!
03:18
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(Rein-D)
Which corny rappers don’t write their own flows??
Throw that type of sh*t right out my window!
Your career’s on hold your raps in limbo
While we kick rhymes so sharp like Kimbo
Slice and dice so precise
We hella nice
Don’t think twice
Be the cause of your demise
ConMen steal the show
The element of surprise
Cuz when we rock the mic
We rock the mic...right!
Things ain’t been the same
Since I first heard Tribe
Microphone check 1,2
Word to Phife (R.I.P.)!
kO turn up the beat
I’m in the place let dank roll
Crab rappers please hang it up like damp cloths
Yo! I’m from the era MC’s broke raps mold
Yes, I’m from the 90’s
Rein-D, I’m that old!
People in my ear
They be like, "Listen to this!"
I guess I’m not hip
Cuz it ain’t on my playlist
I might just snap and
Lay a sucka on the pavement
How’s everybody trappin?
That’s outrageous!
Inchoherent mumbling is the latest
The foundation that was built is degraded
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6. |
Dumbin'
03:35
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8. |
HereWeGo
02:46
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(Rein-D first half)
As a kid I moved around from state to state
Then I’m going back to Cali like LL Cool J
One thing that stayed consistent was my stupid dope tapes
Run DMC had me open when I pressed play
I can’t forget Slick Rick yo that was ‘88
“He’s the DJ, I’m the Rapper” yeah Hip-Hop was great
But my favorite tape was “Licensed To Ill”
I was in Ohio, Washington, then we moved to The Ville (Vacaville)
And I believe in fate cuz that’s all it took
Souls of Mischief, Hieroglyphics since then I was hooked
E-40, Too $hort, the whole damn Yay
Rest In Peace to The Jacka
Long live Mac Dre
(Rein-D second half)
After kO chops those drums like a guillotine
And then he passes me the beat I start seeing things
These words falling from the sky with some uncertainty
Mix it up in the lab that’s the chemistry
Coming up with a sound so you remember me
Western Goodz in the building live rendering
No we don’t compromise that’s on everything
That’s that stuff of legend worth remembering
Master craftsmen of this thing called rap
Hittin hard in the trunk and you do know that
Be aware of what we’re bringin'
Cuz we bringin it back
Back to the essence of that boom boom bap
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9. |
Hotta dis Year
02:17
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Western Goodz California
been recording music since the 90's and still going
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