1.The Book Ch. 1
Long time no see, long time no hear from from me ha？
Y'all niggas couldn't shake me nigga
This CaTash homey, welcome to the album
(Control Freek~!) Listen
If I wrote a book about my, life, would anybody read it？
Probably not, and if y'all did y'all probably wouldn't believe
it
Y'all probably couldn't conceive it, where I been and where I'm
headed too
What the fuck I did, what I said and who I said it to
My mic's aimed dead at you, so take a look
It starts from page three, chapter one, it's my book
It took nine hours for CaTash to hit the pavement
Doctor slapped me on the ass, I slapped him back cause that's
some gay shit
I always had a way with words, they deserved
More than what they worth the way I play these curves
I hit the ground runnin through Columbus, Ohio
Peep it, peep it, that city's kind of wild
Hyper, hyper, hyper since diapers
Me and my brother's step daddy didn't like us
He beat us repeated, he smacked and choked us
I'm only 12 years old, 'member？ Kill your own roaches
I'm all tough for showbiz
My mom worked for Al Green, not a lot of people know this
But I was there when Al caught the grits
That's the time he found the Lord, said fuck singin and quit!
My moms kept the shit cause I was out the business
Now turn to chapter three and peep other shit I done witnessed
2.Go West
{＊intro over scratches the first 21 seconds＊}
It's a brand new day, there's brand new deals
That's why Tash cop brand new wheels
I jump up on the phone and try to campaign meals
I never drink and drive because, champagne spills
Look at how the 24's be spinnin when I'm rollin
Hold up Mr. Officer I know you think my car is stolen
It's not though~! CaTashTrophe I bend the block slow
Big cars, big guns, nigga we got those
I swing it from the night to the fuckin mornin after
Have to be the first one in anything they manufacture
A Bentley？ Nahhhh, that's out of my price range
I'mma get Xzibit drunk and win that shit in a dice game
And don't let my album blow this summer
I'm already doin chart motherfuckin Hummer numbers
You slip, we slide, you slide, you slip
And when y'all niggas start to trip I'm on that James Bond shit
If you wanna get it on and bang with the best
Go West, go West
And if you wanna smoke weed that's better than the rest
Go West, go West
If you feel a little stressed, wanna get it off your chest
Go West, go West
And if you feelin depressed because your party ain't fresh
Go West, go West
Y'all niggas know my reputation so - anything goes
I'll be to' up from the flo' up from my toes to my nose
My style makes the strippers wanna slide down the poles
At the end of the day guess where the money goes!
I'm the business; CaTashTrophe I mack 'em with the quickness
I be on one like 'on one' when it come to crackin bitches
I'm slick with the swagger but rap with a relentlessness
I got a lot of witnesses to the chicks that I kick it with
My mistresses, they love how I be reppin
I be in that nightclub, three-steppin with my weapon
Step aside homey, I need room to drink
Punk niggas lookin at me, I'm not who you think
My ink makes you think it's, thugs on the mic
But my mackin be attractin all the bugs to the light
If drugs make y'all fight then pop this chill pill
Cause these West coast niggas we will kill f'real
La Schmoove, CaTash ain't got nuttin to prove
I got money in the bank so I'll be churchin on the roof
I get gangster with it, so please don't try and scam me
Alkaholiks is the name so promoters tried to ban me
Invited to the Grammys, yep yep, we in step
I'm just sittin in the crowd cause my style is exempt
I dotted all my I's and I crossed all my T's bro
Now the whole country's peepin Rico on they Tivo
Where do it take us (uh) we the L.A. Lakers (uh-huh)
And we need them 40 acres to build these skyscrapers
My paper's longer than lines at DMV's
It's the West coast baby, we known for seedless weed
{＊scratches to the end： 'Best from the West'＊}
3.Get It
4.How Hi Can U Get
5.Wet Paint
6.Pull It Outcha Pocket
Too much bass {＊2X＊}
Too much bass for this motherfuckin place {＊4X＊}
(Pull your money out, pull your money out)
Too much bass for this motherfuckin place {＊2X＊}
(Pull your money out)
We got too much bass for this motherfuckin place (Pull your
money out)
Too, too much bass for this motherfuckin place (Pull your money
out)
We got too much bass for this motherfuckin place (Pull your
money out)
Too much bass for this motherfuckin place
Hold up, wait
Pull it out'cha pocket {＊2X＊}
Ladies, hey
I know y'all love that eight-oh-eight
You tried life with me now try life without me
You don't wanna talk then fuck it, PayPal me (bitch~!)
So rowdy, so cocky on the mic
CaTashTrophe, nigga I'm the star that you like
Let's get it on, until the break of the dawn
Twenty-fo' inch chrome, thousand miles from home
On a tour bus, y'all probably cain't even afford us
I'm the motherfucker kicked the shit out Chuck Norris
(I know y'all feelin that eight-oh-eight)
(I know y'all punk-ass bitches can't wait)
We skate state to state, disappear without a trace
It's too much bass in yo' motherfuckin face
Too much bass for this motherfuckin place (Pull your money out)
T-t-too much bass for this motherfuckin place (Pull your money
out)
Too much, too much bass for this motherfuckin place (Pull your
money out)
Too much bass for this motherfuckin place
We got too much bass for this motherfuckin place (Pull your
money out)
Too, too much bass for this motherfuckin place (Pull your money
out)
We got too much bass for this motherfuckin place (Pull your
money out)
Too much bass for this motherfuckin place
We got too much BOOM for this motherfuckin ROOM
We up all night, nigga sleep 'til noon
We bangin man, this shit is louder than a car show
Look at them, they had to call the fire marshal
... Fire Marshal Bill
He all up in this motherfucker, cain't stay still
Look at them girls they poppin them pills
... they spinnin like ferris wheels
Here go the deals, a million dollar pop
Everybody know big dawg don't stop
Pop in the drop then pull it out'cha pocket
I know one thing (this motherfuckin beat is knockin!)
7.Started With A Bang
8.Obama Skit
9.Push The Button
We 'bout to get gutter with this shit shawty
Okay, hey hey, okay okay
Push the button, drop the top
Spray the whip, beat the block
CaTashTrophe, off the chain
You think what you want but don't say my name
West coast niggas don't play them games
Fuck around with me and I'll maim them lames
L.A. get it, the whole Bay got it
Dago got it from the second they spotted
Stay knotted, wrap the rubberbands
Backstage trippin, fights with other bands
Fool chill, chill like Dr. Phil
Talk shit nigga go home with doctor bills
Pop these pills, hit this kush
Baby got potential but she need a little push
So, push the button, pull the string
Put a couple in her string now she doin her thing
She doin her thing？ (Yeah she doin her thing) {＊2X＊}
I'm K-J-G, A-T-L
Dirty South motherfucker, cain't you tell？
Peep the swag, what'chu mean
Damn a gang, yellow blue make green
Pop the lock, drop the top
Push the button, beat the block
AK-47 make you lean and rock
Psycho Lambo' jet, swing swing chop chop
Boy, stop, get off my jock~!
Tell your gul, to come here
Shawty she chose me
Dat ain't worth no tattooed tear
Drink some beer, sip some Goose {＊2X＊}
Yes, movin that 'caine raw
Homey let's call a truce
That ain't what you wanna do
It's some hoes, in this house
That's how we throw a dick
Down here in the Dirty South
Knahmsayin？ That's how we throw a DICK~!
But in the meanwhile, we gon' scrape on out
I said that shit twice, won't say it again
Tash touched down in the City of Sin
Outside the club, baby let us in
The money and the weed is our medicine
Prescribed by the Doc, no G-H-B
My niggas gettin rowdy and now she hates me
I love me, how about y'all？
Get it how I live it, win lose or draw
Ball 'til we fall, party over here
Niggas get mad cause I started over there
It started over there but now your ho's took
And your chick cain't resist how Tha Liks keep it pushin
Keep it pushin, y'knahmsayin？
But in the meantime... let's scrape on out
10.A Penny For My Thoughts
Me and J. Wells we got a story to tell
Likwid! We writin motherfuckin books about our lives right now
Man y'all niggas don't even read books... except mine
Let's get it in; L.C. (uhh) Likwid Crew
(Likwid, Likwid, uhh)
A.. penny for my thoughts, a nickel for my diss
A dime for my lyrics cause I spit 'em with a twist
This here baby is time for dirty dancin
If your friends ain't feelin freaky we just kick 'em out the
mansion
Back to the basics, puffin on the Matrix
Take a hit of this I'll have you flyin like a spaceship
(Hey bitch!) We got somethin on the way
That'll stop you in your tracks and make you say (HEY~!)
Don't stray, L.A. is on the way
With Swift and J-Ro pancakin in a trey
All the way, handshake in Las Vegas
Thieves - you owe us more than what you gave us
Loud Records, gone in 60 seconds
We earned a lot of money, and now we recollect it
Take her to the hotel, niggas say oh well
Rico got a story to tell about you
If it ain't too much for me to ask you out
Know a place where, we can disappear
And you can leave your jacket at the door
Panties on the floor
Dress by the drawer
All I ask is leave your boots on
So when the world starts twistin in an awkward position
Where old niggas broke and young niggas gettin rich then
Rico steps in with a style they haven't seen
Hit 'em with Murder Dog or Robb Report magazines
Both worlds, you got the best of both
My crib is in Miami but I rep that West coast (WESTSIDE)
Toast to the boogie I'll be livin that rap life
{Pull a gang of bitches then I shake 'em like crap dice}
Pedal to the metal homey never let my brakes squeak
Truck's filled up, baby hop into the H seat
She look good, somethin I can't keep
She asked me do I rap I said 'Nah I just make beats'
Lyin like a rug, nose growin like Pinnochio
She anti-social but my friends said I told ya so
Whattup ho？ Ya know how it go
The R to the I to the C to the O!
CaTash in the streets in the middle when I drop
I'm like the barbershop I take a little off the top
It's a riddle to the cops how the paper keeps streamin
Behind us tryin to blind us {＊woop woop＊} high beamin
'Y'all seem intoxicated'
My boy PJ got the box of fragrance (uh-huh)
Dirt bomb got the boxers hatin
It started in the 70's and ended with Reagan
Patience is a virtue, so don't make me hurt you
I'm steppin out, you steppin in on your curfew
{Earth to Rico} we seen you is failed
We need you in the party with Swift and J. Wells
11.We Do This
12.Right／Wrong
Say what, uhh
Sometimes it's right though it's wrong
I gotta tell ya man I'll fight if I want
I'm a Superman I need a life or it's gone
With my karma, get with my karma
Aiyyo people always ask CaTash why you act so crazy
My momma must have dropped me on my head when I'se a baby
Maybe, it didn't sink in, that weed and drinkin
Where attitude is anger that I filtered through this inkpen
We've been, through it all, the falls, the rises
The hip-hop police they poppin up with new surprises
Why is this, nigga J-Ro so dope？
Cause he cried a thousand tears but he never cried broke
I used to slang cheese to the kids in the school
Took the money, to go buy diapers and food
My homies be stealin, cars in the dark
When I caught him with my momma's car, knee barred
See I got fired from a job as a security guard
Then I got a record deal and I still rocked hard
Moved away from my family, all the way to Sweden
Now I send 'em paper that my family be needin
Listen up
From the bottom to the top, the top, to the bottom
Me and Tha Alkies 'bout to rock 'em while we still got 'em
The top to the bottom the bottom, to the top
Big dawg about to rock until my heartbeat stop
It go, globetrot spots, police they never caught him
Pimps ask chicks how much clothes you bought 'em
Ask {？} how much game we taught him
Fila to Adidas ask how much we bought 'em
Sometimes it's right then it's wrong
Just listen to the name of this song
Sometime when it's off man it's on
I take your mind to another zone - YEAH~!
Yeah, did the thang, evil and good
The burbs and the hood you couldn't then you could
Turned, wrong to right, dark to light
Shake hands with my opponent, before we fight
Sometimes, you gotta do somethin you don't wanna do
To make it, where you wanna get
I know y'all feel me
I know y'all feel me out there
I can feel you feelin me (takin over the globe)
J-Ro, CaTashTrophe (yessir)
Likwid how we doin (Likwid MC's, Likwid MC's)
It's nothin (you over there overseas)
Right or wrong
13.Bubble Up
14.Closer
Uh-huh
Friends to the end, right？
{＊inhaling＊} Look, listen, uh
When my friends needed a hand, CaTash would give 'em a arm
I'm always puttin somethin in it when they stick out they palm
They always givin they opinion when I make a new song
But never givin up that twenty when I'm coppin the bomb
I had a party at my house until the break of the dawn
I go to sleep, wake up, these niggas sleep on my lawn
But when that light bill come it's like POOF and they gone
They the reason why the media got me all wrong
Ha, it's the same rendition
We walk up in the club and it's the same homies bitchin
Expectin me to pay for every order that they order
Don't order five Patrons if y'all niggas cain't afford it
I'm sippin that imported I paid fo' in cash
My dude slapped this chick ass, she point the finger at Tash
And that's not the business so come a little closer
The camera's on us baby so act like you supposed to
Close friends! How many of us have them？
When you broke you invisible
But when a player got cheese, it's all the same thing
Close friends! How many of us need them？
But when the vibe is wrong, and your love ain't strong
You might as well move along
So come closer to the drum while the city go dumb dumb
Cause L.A. California that's the city I come from
Where niggas get cash, quick fast in a lump sum
Where niggas buy cars just to make they neighbor want one
None come fresher than CaTash in this department
I started on the corner then I cornered off the market
So I don't gotta hoop to pull cars out my garage
Cause Tash'll never break the bank on no bullshit entourages
When the money get low, that's when the friends'll go
But don't ask me how it feel cause I just don't know
Go ask somebody that had it all and lost it
That went with 50 niggas then ask how much it cost 'em
Three time pro bowler
He blew out his knee and now it's no mo' soldiers
Career is over, as cold as it may seem
You gotta stick wit'cha homies befo' you made the team
So let me ask a personal question to make the song complete
If I was just a grimey nigga from up the street with heat
With a shitty little demo off my cousin Pete's beats
Would y'all still be at my house or in another nigga's suite？
Y'all treat me like royalty, Tash be in the zone
When I'm sittin on my chrome it's like I'm sittin on a 'clone
My old bitches trippin still blowin up my phone
Every time that album drop they cain't leave the kid alone
Well known for my realness
It happens every day so I hope y'all niggas feel this
Find somethin fake about what I said, I doubt it~!
If you do come close and let me holla at'cha 'bout it
No, ohhh I don't need you
I'mma keep movin on, you might as well move along
(Close friends!) It's a shame I cain't depend on you...
15.Tony Touch Intro
You already know how it's goin down
Right about now we got this new Tash shit
Off of that Control Freek
Aight？ The city is OUT y'all~!
And let me tell you some'n
You got that factory system
You got that bootleg-ass shit
Yo man, you might blow somethin
So keep it on the low
We doin this straight for you y'all
Tony Touch, Shade 45, XM 66
16.City's Out
{＊14 seconds of instrumental＊}
(Boom) is all you hear when I'm rollin through the city
With my top, down, so everybody hear me
(Thumpin) speakers speakers thumpin (thumpin)
Speak-speak-speakers speakers thumpin (thumpin)
Thumpin, boom boom
Boom boom, boom
You got the tops down？ You got the titties out？ {＊3X＊}
You got your city out？ I got my city out (L.A.!)
L.A. California that's the city I claim
When I walk down LaBrea everybody's fair game
Aimin, at L＆E
Two felonies, what the fuck y'all punk niggas tellin me？
Get it poppin, everybody know CaTash droppin
I did my best work with a knife and a stocking
Cap - shut up the yap
Big dawg is back, dig it (duh-da, duh-da)
I'm a dawg, don't touch my tail
You get laid the fuck out like Chuck Liddell
From the womb to the tomb, sunny days are doomed
Knawledg in the house y'all 'bout to hear that
(Boom boom boom)
Street, avenue or boulevard
Rollin in my car, speakers bangin hella hard
I don't give a FUCK~! Middle finger to the law
Listen to the subs (yeah...)
Trunk rattlin, my trunk rattlin
Every other tuner that I've been
No seat belt, with a strap
So I guess you could say that I'm still strapped in
Bump my shit in the CD deck
Hear me beatin from a block away but you can't see me yet
It's that West coast shit
For the riders in the lowriders
Roll down the window, the car look like sauna
Listen to the beat, listen when the tires skreet
You know my seat lean back, amp attached to the speaker
Fifteen inch woofers, bangin like Hoovers
You fly domestic, I'm on a whole 'nother plane
Hello chihuahua, meet this great dane
You bakin soda, I'm cocaine
I like to ball - you like spare change
'member my debut shit, I said bang bang
Watch the speakers go thump (thump thump thump)
You got a lazy eye, I got straight aim
Ahh, bah-da-la-bum-bum-bum
You say you gangbang, but I know game
I'll cut you like, I'll cut you like
I don't never fall off, it's like ridin a bike
It's Knoc-turn'al baby girl I give you what you like
Don't I？ I, I got a fly persona
And if you don't know ask your baby momma (momma)
I, I got a fly persona
You can keep the bullshit, I don't need the drama
J Beam, Mathematics
17.New Bikini
18.Don't Wanna Kill U
19.Liquor Store Run
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