Western Ways Lyrics - Here Come The Horns - Delinquent Habits

[Verse 1] 

Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land 

Give me a fat sack of weed and some cash in hand 

Some vatos that can handle themselves out on the road 

And I guaran-damn-tee you the spot will explode 

I want to rock Sur Califa Midwest known to deliver 

Gettin stoned lookin' out over the Hudson River 

See we poppin' worldwide West to East 

Anywhere there's stomach acid in the belly of the beast 

Where teeth is grittin' rundown but still hittin' 

In their rides top tippin' with my cut straight dippin' 

Be the type to leave you dazed out blowin' snot bubbles 

Like a late-night bud binge face down in the puddle 

If there's one thing I've learned in my travels that's ironic 

We all the same it's just we smoked different chronic 

We are carnales homes it's like you didn't know 

You're the reason I came I think it's time to flow 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 

I've been around in the game much longer than you can figure 

All across the map to keep my pocket book bigger 

The late-night binges the all-night party 

Daily gettin' twisted off the herb and Bacardi 

Rollin with my homeboys but they more like family 

Started in the West now to the East is where they're flyin' me 

A first class ticket we flyin' overseas 

Crossing the Atlantic feeling Germany's breeze 

Pissin' in the snow right down beside the Autobon 

Shook the spot in Hamburg ended up in Amsterdam 

Hit the skies again back home to my Califas 

A little champagne the huero's high off the reefa 

Let's take a little trip down south of the border 

Chillin' con mis compas tequila is in order 

That's how it goes now I'm headed back home 

Livin' on the road till my record sells gold 

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[Verse 3] 

No matter how you see it now it's quite the same 

You can tour with or for that platinum fame 

I give a damn about the fame homeboy now you can keep that 

I tour for the crema the masa the fucking straight cash 

Fame don't pay the bills that's on the real 

Only cash from my rola with that mass appeal 

I got all y'all in my sights tonite 

You should be pumpin' like a hydro if all goes right 

I plan to rock my funky rolas from the gates of California 

Jams like a bug-a-boo all up on ya 

Passin' entrance aw you know 

I can't fight it yo I think it's time we go... 

[Chorus]