Westside Gunn - Ritz Barlton

[00:03.35] Ayy, yo, yo, yo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [00:06.36] Nackman (Nackie Chan, nigga) [00:10.32] You know what I mean? [00:12.73] Bodega to the barber shops [00:16.23] Uh-huh (I did) [00:19.12] Ask Tab for the astronauts (Peligro, nigga) [00:24.18] You got the shit locked, yo, son [00:28.53] As far as nine in the vest goes, I'm a hooper (slash) [00:31.64] Locked eyes with the bitches and then froze like Medusa, yeah (yeah) [00:34.94] They ready to struggle, Chet blow like a hookah (woah) [00:38.38] Swallow it back to The Bay, snow like a boots crumb (oh, yeah) [00:41.56] Crack stumbs suit you (yeah), Nagman super, money like Mansa Musa (yeah) [00:45.89] Few should poor us, helpin' clear the future, fight the feeling (skrrt) [00:50.15] We at our nightclub hours, that's type of chillin' [00:53.19] You know, bringin' more than they eyesight and feelin' [00:55.38] How he chillin'? (which one went up?) [00:56.08] Lil' beef motherfuckers, did not expect 'em [00:57.88] Sittin' they ass down just like hype children (fuck outta here) [01:02.61] Red grill 'em, 'bout a slice of million [01:04.24] Swim bitch to me's twice the ceilin' (Blah) [01:08.07] Sit on the throne, you hear my name grand (skrrt) [01:10.67] Bells a lo ba omundu, they know my name well (nah) [01:13.37] Survivors came before the fame helped (Ad-libs) [01:16.81] How the motherfuckers in control of the game? Tell (yeah) [01:19.34] Break scale, a mixed powdered brick that the North can't sell (woah) [01:23.42] Ayo, iPhone hittin' in Sheers list (In the Sheer list) [01:26.17] Walk around with no shirt on and my pill ain't fifty [01:29.11] 'Posed to get you stabbed right now, you hear me? (You hear me?) [01:32.55] Now this stuff on my mark, nah, it's lookin' like a million [01:36.58] I'm on the dance floor, blowin' kisses at your bitch (at your bitch) [01:40.23] My G-strap stayin' out, you comin' home soon [01:43.70] Dick Sucks at the Halfway House, feel like the Ritz (feel like the Ritz, ah) [01:48.35]