Troy Cakeman - Music To Die To Lyrics

Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die

Just fucked up a check on clam chowder and shrimp, think I shoulda got lobster
My homie Coupe told me next time that I land we gon' do it real proper
Scuffed up my J's, was a wonderful day for a walk on the beach
Took a swim, smoked a blunt, took a nap, damn I got sand in my sheets
Spend a week in The West, but I flew from The East
Wake up early in the morning, breath stankin' as I'm yawning on these California streets
All gas, no brakes, that's the lingo round The Bay, swang it or don't bring it
Pull up fifteens got my trunk bangin'
Customers on line one got my phone ringing
All about my paper think you need to make a payment
Married to the game think you need to get acquainted
Fresh taper in my scraper going dummy while I'm swangin'
Hol' up
Just got a call from the plug, posted in the 'jects with the dealers and the thugs
Had to get it out the mud, God as my witness, my jury, my judge

Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
Let's Ride
Westside
Let's Ride

Just popped a thizzler, might nine inch your sister
Henny my cup, platinum cookies my swisher
Don't keep it trilla than I can't fuck witcha'
Bullies in hoodies with fullies come getcha'
Women, weed, weather, shit can't get no better
Provolone, mozzarella, fucking up this cheddar
Get your hood stomped out like Def Jam Vendetta
Shout out FEDE, we doin' everything forever
Need chips with my dip and I don't need no lip
Empty a clip let you ghostride the whip
Mind on my grip and I'm gon' make it flip
Lean on the switch feeling throwed than a bitch
Drankin', thizzin, smokin', coastin'
Forty, water, splash, ocean
Gas, brake, dip, yokin'
Headed, to the, town, Oakland
On a money making mission getting to the paper
Mobbin' with the squad, all black like the Raiders
Real with my players, no love for the haters
Smoking vapors, hella flavors, in a fresh pair of Taylor's
Hol' up
Just got a call from the plug, posted in the 'jects with the dealers and the thugs
Had to get it out the mud, God as my witness, my jury, my judge

Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die
Let's ride
Westside
Let's ride