Tim Westwood Freestyle

Uh, look, uh

We use to wear rugged boots
Now it's all tailored suit's
Audemars piguets for my criminal recruit's
Champagne flutes, bumpin' rhythm
And the blues partner made bad moves
He might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs
Or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rules I'll abide by it soon
See the situation we sophisticated goons
Know you live by the gun then
You die by it too niggas call me prophesy
Swagging and philosophies
White on white wagon call
That motherfucker Socrates
Rat ass nigga, fighting for a block of cheese
Catch me out in China stunning
Yea I'm about my guapanese
Shoe game serious so serious, bop her knees
Niggas say I'm blessed
My bad I forgot to sneeze
There your reasons though
Bitch, I got some tissues for your
Issues tell 'em blow this

She just started to pop it for in the
Back and tell me baby I'm trill, yeah
I started to smack it and enjoy it and
I'm lovin' the way that it feel, yeah
Chilling it with Westwood
And you know she like to get
Me cause I sex good after that
We go in London town and shut it down
All my UGK the kings of the underground
Rollie and parolees
And parolees wanna stroll me
Woly woly holy, woah camoly bitches blow me
Niggas do all my dirt by my lonely
And you tony
You phony Toni baloney, I'm pimpin' macaroni
I swear, Sony, play 'em like a Playstation
Niggas think they taint hatin'
I don't give a fuck I stay makin'
Don't let that tec, hit you in yo neck
Came for that respect
Gimme the check, with some set bitches
All dank on that debt
And they sipping and they drinking
On that motherfuckin' nectar
Swear I get these bitches with the heckler
And I'm chilling with my nigga Westa
Tim Westwood from the Westwoods
And I come through in your neck woods
In your neck of the woods, in
The neck of the hood, in naked goods
And they givin' me goods on my wood