A$AP Ferg, Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East & Busta Rhymes - East Coast (Remix) (Lyrics)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y'all already know that I don't gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wet a nigga bluer and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga pronto
Bip-de-boo-da-badda-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy that nigga the head honcho
Mad because I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
'Fore we run up the side that niggas lil' condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch
Let us wallow, niggas know we're in the house
East Coast! (Nigga)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]

10031 is where my zip is

Livin how I live up in the trenches

Run through a boat like I ain't got riches

Run through a boat like I ain't got (come on)

Don't do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches

My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas

Ya'll now and later and sweet ass-niggas

Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss

Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)

I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg

"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg

Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?

Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?

New York, New York, I run [?]

On Hungry Ham I bought a corner

Fiends taste the lean, they never sober

For being in the streets to run a culture

I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah

Who's that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?

I'm finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah

I'm the best in the game with the flow, brah

In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia

I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah

South to North and even West Coast, brah

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]

Blackin like I'm fresh out from retirement

My flow still monumental

Mental, couldn't ride an instrumental but they ridin dick

I set the standard for requirements, so call the firemen

Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his

His posse too clean, his diamonds like tip

His skin too clear, his bitch gon' stare

So mind your biz, how they find the time for money mine

I find these college chicks for top with Kylie's lips

Oh my, oh my (running)

Running, running like you want it (running)

Running, running like you stole it (running)

Running, running like I'm going (woo)

Running, pitching like I'm bowling (woo)

In my city gangs run the inner city

Load a semi for the Chiddy Bang

Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties

Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]

Lately I feel like a Beatle

I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino

Moscato or Pinot

I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat

I'm more Ali than Muhammad

My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds

I got some shooters in college

I feel like a coach, I'm recruiting and signing

Look, I still be moving in silence

I'm ballin' in blue like I'm hooping in Dallas

Bitch I don't play for no Mavericks

You need to think who gon' pay for your casket

Ignorant bastard

But I'm still precious enough to give hope to the masses

Watch the coke do gymnastics

Dominique Hawkins, foreign car when I'm mashin'

[Verse 5: French Montana]

Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down

Your bitch busting it down, game up fucking it now

I could be a jeweler, neck I slick the ruler

You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

KRS-One, Big L flows

Son of a gun with the Buffalo

Head on my wrist is a P1

Made more money than E1

One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)

Get the money slide like a violin

You know my nigga Max almost home

You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]

In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary

And I wish that blood did dent me, I'ma get your brother burried

Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone

Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz's Angels

Never was a client, 'cause that boy ain't buying it

And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment

Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty

No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder's fee

Following my frequency, niggas rapping weak to weak

Suckers be so weak to me, text but don't speak to me

You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry

Check into the crazy house, I'ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)

Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

This that East Coast motherfucker

But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]

10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth

Bottles sipping, love the birth, young nigga that's doing dirt

Long Beach across my shirt, all y'all niggas gon' get merked

What the fuck is you talking 'bout?

Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work

Bang on ya' gang culture, out of this world

It's all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?

Don't slip, think not, on the block where it's hot

Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop

Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay

This is anybody K, California all day

Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band

Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam

Long Beach, popping pill on em

I been working so hard, nigga get your bale on

I been working so hard, niggas put the sales on

I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone

See I'm from Long Beach

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)

See I'm from Long Beach

Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

See I'm from Long Beach

This that East Coast motherfucker

California motherfucker, see I'm from Long Beach

Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker

West Coast