Welcome, to August Gold
I'll be your host for the tape
My name is Kazie
And I want to say thank you
Tune in
Uh!
In the game they got me feeling like I'm Kobe
West side flannel, fitted hat and an O.E.
Lowrider's bouncing, cookouts where the hoes be
In 1998 that's where you'd find little old me
I'm back now
Haters getting lapped, they in the back ground
And since I got some cheese a nigga learned to put his mack down
Tens or better in my section or we kick them out
So either I'm a dick or I'm showing them what this dick about
Cash, hoes and hustle the only things that my niggas bout
Flows hot as the summer desert when it's in a drought
Or hot as the block with cops that click and pow
On an innocent black figure they thick is pitching foul
Uh!
In the downtown at the Petco
Rooting for the Padres, looking so special
Air max ones, jersey so retro
Gwynn on my back, or maybe it was Klesko
I really ain't tripping cause I'm fly and your chick know
I been dope
In the stu telling my niggas lets go
Cause shit it's time to make classics
Slow motion's better than none, but f*ck moving backwards
Nigga
Right
And now that I finally got your attention
I need you to turn it up just a bit
Thank you
I got the game on locksmith
Hating niggas nauseous
Cause I spit heat, I be on my Chris Bosh shit
You over there cuffing nigga stop with all that cop shit
You insecure cause she gone find out that you not shit
Catch me up at PacSun or The Hundreds when I cop shit
Skater swag, Terry Kennedy, Eric Koston
Ripping beats, so I'm known from Venice Beach to Boston
In these streets you either getting to it or in a coffin
I'm all in
So place your bets on me
My nigga like a ref he keep a tech on him
So he won't hesitate to get you wet, chlorine
You rap niggas boring
Women and fans adore me
Right, Right
I been in the game paying dues
Creased up from my tee to my shoes
At the ARCO, fill up my tank just to cruise
Then I hit Petco Park to cop a Frank and a brew
August Gold
Right
Kazie
I hope that you enjoy the tape
So, just sit back
And let your ears hear the magic
Let me hear that
Kazie - Petco Park Lyrics
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Welcome, to August Gold
I'll be your host for the tape
My name is Kazie
And I want to say thank you
Tune in
Uh!
In the game they got me feeling like I'm Kobe
West side flannel, fitted hat and an O.E.
Lowrider's bouncing, cookouts where the hoes be
In 1998 that's where you'd find little old me
I'm back now
Haters getting lapped, they in the back ground
And since I got some cheese a nigga learned to put his mack down
Tens or better in my section or we kick them out
So either I'm a dick or I'm showing them what this dick about
Cash, hoes and hustle the only things that my niggas bout
Flows hot as the summer desert when it's in a drought
Or hot as the block with cops that click and pow
On an innocent black figure they thick is pitching foul
Uh!
In the downtown at the Petco
Rooting for the Padres, looking so special
Air max ones, jersey so retro
Gwynn on my back, or maybe it was Klesko
I really ain't tripping cause I'm fly and your chick know
I been dope
In the stu telling my niggas lets go
Cause shit it's time to make classics
Slow motion's better than none, but f*ck moving backwards
Nigga
Right
And now that I finally got your attention
I need you to turn it up just a bit
Thank you
I got the game on locksmith
Hating niggas nauseous
Cause I spit heat, I be on my Chris Bosh shit
You over there cuffing nigga stop with all that cop shit
You insecure cause she gone find out that you not shit
Catch me up at PacSun or The Hundreds when I cop shit
Skater swag, Terry Kennedy, Eric Koston
Ripping beats, so I'm known from Venice Beach to Boston
In these streets you either getting to it or in a coffin
I'm all in
So place your bets on me
My nigga like a ref he keep a tech on him
So he won't hesitate to get you wet, chlorine
You rap niggas boring
Women and fans adore me
Right, Right
I been in the game paying dues
Creased up from my tee to my shoes
At the ARCO, fill up my tank just to cruise
Then I hit Petco Park to cop a Frank and a brew
August Gold
Right
Kazie
I hope that you enjoy the tape
So, just sit back
And let your ears hear the magic
Let me hear that
I'll be your host for the tape
My name is Kazie
And I want to say thank you
Tune in
Uh!
In the game they got me feeling like I'm Kobe
West side flannel, fitted hat and an O.E.
Lowrider's bouncing, cookouts where the hoes be
In 1998 that's where you'd find little old me
I'm back now
Haters getting lapped, they in the back ground
And since I got some cheese a nigga learned to put his mack down
Tens or better in my section or we kick them out
So either I'm a dick or I'm showing them what this dick about
Cash, hoes and hustle the only things that my niggas bout
Flows hot as the summer desert when it's in a drought
Or hot as the block with cops that click and pow
On an innocent black figure they thick is pitching foul
Uh!
In the downtown at the Petco
Rooting for the Padres, looking so special
Air max ones, jersey so retro
Gwynn on my back, or maybe it was Klesko
I really ain't tripping cause I'm fly and your chick know
I been dope
In the stu telling my niggas lets go
Cause shit it's time to make classics
Slow motion's better than none, but f*ck moving backwards
Nigga
Right
And now that I finally got your attention
I need you to turn it up just a bit
Thank you
I got the game on locksmith
Hating niggas nauseous
Cause I spit heat, I be on my Chris Bosh shit
You over there cuffing nigga stop with all that cop shit
You insecure cause she gone find out that you not shit
Catch me up at PacSun or The Hundreds when I cop shit
Skater swag, Terry Kennedy, Eric Koston
Ripping beats, so I'm known from Venice Beach to Boston
In these streets you either getting to it or in a coffin
I'm all in
So place your bets on me
My nigga like a ref he keep a tech on him
So he won't hesitate to get you wet, chlorine
You rap niggas boring
Women and fans adore me
Right, Right
I been in the game paying dues
Creased up from my tee to my shoes
At the ARCO, fill up my tank just to cruise
Then I hit Petco Park to cop a Frank and a brew
August Gold
Right
Kazie
I hope that you enjoy the tape
So, just sit back
And let your ears hear the magic
Let me hear that
Writer: Kaelen Mitchell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid