Translation: Sunny Side Up. Stay Or Go Away.
A kid from a western town of Rich and Poor Pioneers wants to be seen, and go out Lets borrow my parents car Lets stay out all night up there and Burnside
Rich and poor pioneers A kid from a western town Wants to be seen and go out Let's borrow my parent's car Let's stay out all night up there And Burnside
your East and your West side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight
it just to spit it (spit it) Go to Saint Martin and tell 'em I already did it (did it) French or the Dutch side, tell me if you with it (with it) Cook
second part... Second part is really nifty. Ok, When she'd go... I'd go... We'd go... And then those two-bit Johnnies did it up brown To cheer the best
how you win if your happy or sad So let the rain wash away and be glad [Chorus] [D-Loc] So I can wash it wall away In the sunshine and brighten up you
was a fool To think that you would stay And in a breath you took Your love away What else can I do But cry me A river of tears Now all my sunny days
Go on fay-ay-ay, partners and compadre-ay-ays Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay With a slice of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg I choose
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle Bring the rhymes and nines to the motherfuckin' battle So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up All brakes
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI
Around The World (Let's go, let's do it) [Verse 2:] I used to not know why haters would try so hard to hate Until I moved up from I'm in noodles to
and Poor Pioneers A kid from a western town wants to be seen, and go out Let's borrow my parent's car Let's stay out all night up there and Burnside
up on the crime side the New York Times side Nickel and dimes to survive Fresh out the can million dollar plan Tryin' to triple up that weed money nahh
some caterers And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shaded up, braided up and I bet that trunk be bladed up Bet I'm still crawlin