"Westwood Crib Session Freestyle" lyrics
Yo, it's Tim Westwood TV
We're back for another legendary crib session with Mac Miller and DJ Clockwork
Yeah, we are in London right now with the man Tim Westwood, baby
Things have changed now
You know what I'm saying?
We're coming to the man's crib because we got the history in the motherfucking crib man
DJ Clock on the ones and twos
You better think before you step into this dude and pink
The flow too ill, I'm puking in the sink
Don't blink
Keep your eyes fucking open
They get mad because the cigarettes I'm smoking, that's cancer
Question for the answer, no AI
They wonder how I stay high, stay fly because I'm spending all this money
I've got a tummy once I stop being hungry
The bitches love me, sucking on my dick, playing Jim Rummy
That's some card games
You bitches are lames
And I come through like a hall of fame
Said walk around town with my hat brimmed down low
Can't keep my space like a gap to smell
A lot of motherfuckers always act too wild
I don't want to be around when the straps pulled out
So I chill, stick to my own lane
Used to kick it with bitches who sniffing that cocaine
Limes like Soul Train, skinny as a pool stick
Always run their mouths by the fool list of bullshit
But who's this?
The kid Jewish and London like Lennox Lewis
Who's this? These voodoo tricks is so stupid
He's so fluent in the way that he speak it
By sneaking, way that he's eating so crazy
You know, I do it all the time
I feel my life on Vine
They play it and rewind about a million times and recline
I'm so out of space with it
I'm an alien trying to be as alien like Iggy
All y'all hate, but you ain't fucking with me
I can freestyle and I don't really give a shit
So explicit when I hit this shit, when I'm all about the vinyl
Yo, you feel it in your spinal
Chords, I ain't win no awards
I just play chords when I'm bored on the piano
The radio station Wham-O
Yo, I'm the man, though, and I'm coming from Pittsburgh
And I don't roll my weed and no swishers, because schoolboy Q got me on the backwoods
And so when you hear, you better act good
You better rap good
Better bring your bars, homie
I don't give a fuck
Yo, I don't give a fuck
All the time slipping up
I smoke a lot of weed
Always keep the windows up
That's the hot box getting high
All you motherfuckers hate, you can step aside
Extra fly, how I do this?
Yo, taste sour like bratwurst
Ones and twos, that's DJ Clockwork
Yo, I ain't talking Timbaland, but I'm talking Tim
You know, I've been with him since like last year
We've been rapping since then
Yancey Thigpen, that's the good football player
I'm a player coming through with so much flavor
Get some air
It's smoky in here when we turn on the fog
I don't pass the ball
Real ball hog
Out in London with a new album
Sell a couple hundred thousand
'Cause I'm trying to make a couple mill'
You know what I'm saying?
I'm saying fuck a deal
Homie, nothing real
I be rapping all the time
Rapping in my motherfucking free time
Motherfucker riding in the Nissan
I don't give a fuck
Do it with my Freehan
Free Han Solo and free Boosie
I'm trying to get your girl's coochie
Yeah, it love me, it love me
I be in the line and playing rugby
American football, Steelers
Who the fuck you know that's realer?
Yo, all right
Now here's what I'm going to do
I'm going to pick out some vinyls
Here we go
Do you mind if I go through your selection?
Not to pass the intersection, but if I mention Rap's Resurrection
About to pick out some vinyls and rap about them
Let's see how it goes
Here we go
I never do a acapella, I need a beat label
That's Roc-A-Fella Records
Listen to the lecture
My bitch bad, please respect her
Yo, you talking, but it's not noise
You talk about Wayne and see the hot boys
Man, look at that cover
I used to have to hide this from my mother
She didn't want me to have that back in school
So I had to sneak and listen after school
Back when a backpack was cool
And I didn't have to follow all the rules
Yo, yeah, I do it fine
And your boy Jewish like my homie is Shine
Not so do the kiddish bitch
No, you ain't fucking with us
Let me go over here
Spit rounds in the Cobras ear
That's venom, let me
Yeah, fuck it
You know, spitting hot and I'm all about the ass
Sir Mix-a-Lot
Mack Daddy, take out the K and he got the way you spell my name
Hey, rhyming with a fucking sound
And it's real rap shit
I hold it down
You know, you got a chance
Def Jam give you the album advance
Hey, no label
You got so many vinyls here
It's hard to pull it out
I don't even know what this one really about
Yo, there be rock the beat track one
That's the two bonus beats
Three, that's the intermental
Don't do it with a pencil
It's all out the top of the head
Don't call the feds
You fucking snitch
How do this before I blow the wake up show in the morning
Damn, look at young ass Sway
And he's still wearing that same hat today
Hey, that's the homie
Don't don't worry
I'm on the ice like Andre Fleury
Wait, that don't got to cover with the art
Real nice
Hey, yo, that are real interesting for you all
I think the title called Let It Fall
Let's go to another one, swear it
This one by this dude, Derek, look at my man's jeans real nice, man
He looks real polite
He got the hat to the back in a bubble coat
What are you coming fucking throats?
Look at my man's nice kicks, though
In fact, that's the window to grow
What's going to grab another record rhyme it for you
Yo, don't step up
Wrap it with the Salt-N-Peppa
None of your business
Can I get a witness?
Bitches on her knees praying for forgiveness
I give a dick bitch explicit
How I rhyme, it's so exquisite
It ain't nothing
Cats will be fronting
Came here from Dublin
Now I'm in London
Oh shit, that's the old school, the funk and the soul too
See, if you see a CD, you might see the inspirational from graffiti because that's real part of this Hip-Hop
Sell a lot of money like Thrift Shop
I sold like six million
Still out here killing, shit's reeling, but for promotional use only
For promotion, let me get a notion
Spit it with a potion
Cast in the ocean like eleven
Promenade seven
Yo, talk about rap a lot
This rhyme later the aftershock
If you need it for the promo, spit high pitch like Quasimodo
Yo, shout out to Madlib
You need some realness to tell you what the facts is
Do a backflip, so fantastic
Saran wrapped it, so drastic
Can't have it
Can't pass it
Nah, carry this shit
Yo, mask, Jim Carrey, you bitch
Let me find another vinyl to talk about
Before I get boring, people start walking out
Hey, yo, what is this?
Goddamn, this vinyl so delicious
Waxing off
I used to put this in while I was jacking off
Yo, just some music for the mind
You seeing how I do it every time?
A fucking girl with no rubber
Classic Hip-Hop, the Jungle Brothers
Hey, look at them shirts
Hawaiian, not trying
Flying, Zion
The belt is Orion
How you have it?
Why are you crying? And a diamond
Yo, I'm a diamond in the rough
Other rappers, they be trying, but they suck
Yo, you heard Naughty
I'm so hottie, Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti, murder, murder
Called a waiter, bring the server
Damn, this Murder Inc
Motherfucker can't hurt a thing
Hey, yo, hey, yo
Thank God, you know I'm spitting
My man Ja Rule just got released from prison
Welcome back, homie
We missed you
Hey, yo, I need to do a song with you
The Longitude and Latitude
Used to do a lot of rapping when I was out of school
Used to come around, rapping and shit
Now I'm fucking up
See, I hope this shit ain't in alphabetical order because I just fucked that up
I'm sorry
Pulling out rhymes, playing all these games
Now they calling me Atari
Maybe call me sorry
'Cause I ain't really with that
Maybe just kick back
Now, Clock, can you spit raps?
Hey, yo, Clock, can you spit raps?
Hey, yo, Clock, can you spit raps?
Go ahead, bro
Hey, go ahead, bro
All right, I say
I got this mic or this mic?
I say I'm fucking food and eating groupies
Okay, I say I'm fucking food and eating groupies
This is crazy because I never
Just do it, motherfucker
You got it, man
You can rap
Go ahead, bro
I say slide through the pavement
Guacamole colored minivan
Sun and sand
Movie time, [?]
Get your Digicam
You got me posted to the office watching Ghost Dogs
But not to smoke and kill
What's the move?
I don't remember my verse, but fuck it, I'm a rap anyway
Hold up, hold up
I say I'm a rap anyway
Yo, bitch, is that a way?
I'm gonna make a left 'cause yo ho is that a way
I'm still rapping
I can still DJ
Do you want to go against me?
Fuck MTV for not letting me be a VJ
I use it
Yo, yo
Yo, okay, cool
OKay, DJ, man
I DJ it
Fuck that, hey yo
Hey, yo [?] duck hunters
Why you mad? Uh
Yo, yo
They try to add me
Why you mad?
Like Cameron below Riley
I don't need to rhyme on CNN
I'll just be with my friends
It ain't cool, though
Why my DJ rap better than you?
Why my DJ rap better than you?
Why my, why my, why my DJ rap better than you?
Hey yo, I, I come and throw in the pink shirt
If you try and battle me, you better think first
Back in the day, I used to bring work and flip it
So exquisite Man, look at all these records
I used to be God's protector
Hey yo, Clock, how you feeling?
Good
You're still all good?
Good
Yo, wait, wait, give me one more beat, give me one more beat
Give me something crazy
Give me something, hey wait, slow it down for me one time
Slow it down for me one time
(Street famous, street famous)
That's just a little DJ drop
Yo, uh, I got a friend, she a bitch named Pam
I said, damn, that's my jam
So, she came over, we was watching the TV
Put my leg on her, put my hand on her leg
She got the heebie-jeebies, I'm feeling creepy
But I'm trying to hit that, so I sit back
And say, "chill, forget the whiplash
We go upstairs, my mom's just left
And maybe if you're down, we can go and have sex"
So she went up to my room, we hit the bed
I said "you ain't cool with the sex, then give me head
'Cause that's really just third base, like the rap group
And really, I don't have to ask you"
So I took her pants off, took her shirt off
She was kinda jumbled, couldn't get the words off
I said "Is it cool if I kiss you?" She said "Yes"
After that, I'm gonna miss you
Bless, so I started hitting it from behind
You know, I had to play genuine
'Cause that's the shit you play when you getting groovy
I said "Bitch, let me get up in that coochie
Let me get up in that coochie
Roll a doobie or that ooey, and watch a movie"
And then she had to go
Said, hit me with a text
I said "Nah, God bless"
Yo, you know I don't talk, boy
Shout out to Diddy, the kid of Ciroc, boy
Sipping on the Ciroc
Ay, the icy rocks, yo
Alright, let me do this one with the Ciroc bottle in my hand
Get the extra swag on it
Get the extra swag on it
Yo, yo, yo
Every bitch that I've met give me top
While I'm sipping on Ciroc
In the club, I don't fuck with that absolute
'Cause that Ciroc is good, 90-90 proof
Nah, I'm 70, but I get real drunk
Pour it on a bitch, treat her like, what's up?
I said, I treat her like a slut, I don't give a fuck, I'm just trying to get my nut, boy
So, what's up, bro?
You wanna fuck with me?
Shit crazy over here, ugly Ay, yo, my DJ can rap too
Ay, you mad, huh?
Was that a fart sound?
Fucking shit, it's all art now
I sip Ciroc from the bottle
And if a bitch give me head, she better swallow
I don't fuck with models, 'cause they too skinny
That ass better weigh 150 pounds
Give me head, she like to go down
It's all good, we like to pour rounds
That's the vodka, turn me to Waka Flocka
I start acting wild
It ain't shit, but another freestyle, I'm out
I'ma still say this, man
Watch motherfucking Dipset in London, dude
Dippin' Mats in London, that's the greatest Hip-Hop video of all time
I'm not playing, that shit is historical and it changed my life
Man, your man Tim Westwood riding around
Talking about the homie Big L, who's one of my biggest inspirations
We're back for another legendary crib session with Mac Miller and DJ Clockwork
Yeah, we are in London right now with the man Tim Westwood, baby
Things have changed now
You know what I'm saying?
We're coming to the man's crib because we got the history in the motherfucking crib man
DJ Clock on the ones and twos
You better think before you step into this dude and pink
The flow too ill, I'm puking in the sink
Don't blink
Keep your eyes fucking open
They get mad because the cigarettes I'm smoking, that's cancer
Question for the answer, no AI
They wonder how I stay high, stay fly because I'm spending all this money
I've got a tummy once I stop being hungry
The bitches love me, sucking on my dick, playing Jim Rummy
That's some card games
You bitches are lames
And I come through like a hall of fame
Said walk around town with my hat brimmed down low
Can't keep my space like a gap to smell
A lot of motherfuckers always act too wild
I don't want to be around when the straps pulled out
So I chill, stick to my own lane
Used to kick it with bitches who sniffing that cocaine
Limes like Soul Train, skinny as a pool stick
Always run their mouths by the fool list of bullshit
But who's this?
The kid Jewish and London like Lennox Lewis
Who's this? These voodoo tricks is so stupid
He's so fluent in the way that he speak it
By sneaking, way that he's eating so crazy
You know, I do it all the time
I feel my life on Vine
They play it and rewind about a million times and recline
I'm so out of space with it
I'm an alien trying to be as alien like Iggy
All y'all hate, but you ain't fucking with me
I can freestyle and I don't really give a shit
So explicit when I hit this shit, when I'm all about the vinyl
Yo, you feel it in your spinal
Chords, I ain't win no awards
I just play chords when I'm bored on the piano
The radio station Wham-O
Yo, I'm the man, though, and I'm coming from Pittsburgh
And I don't roll my weed and no swishers, because schoolboy Q got me on the backwoods
And so when you hear, you better act good
You better rap good
Better bring your bars, homie
I don't give a fuck
Yo, I don't give a fuck
All the time slipping up
I smoke a lot of weed
Always keep the windows up
That's the hot box getting high
All you motherfuckers hate, you can step aside
Extra fly, how I do this?
Yo, taste sour like bratwurst
Ones and twos, that's DJ Clockwork
Yo, I ain't talking Timbaland, but I'm talking Tim
You know, I've been with him since like last year
We've been rapping since then
Yancey Thigpen, that's the good football player
I'm a player coming through with so much flavor
Get some air
It's smoky in here when we turn on the fog
I don't pass the ball
Real ball hog
Out in London with a new album
Sell a couple hundred thousand
'Cause I'm trying to make a couple mill'
You know what I'm saying?
I'm saying fuck a deal
Homie, nothing real
I be rapping all the time
Rapping in my motherfucking free time
Motherfucker riding in the Nissan
I don't give a fuck
Do it with my Freehan
Free Han Solo and free Boosie
I'm trying to get your girl's coochie
Yeah, it love me, it love me
I be in the line and playing rugby
American football, Steelers
Who the fuck you know that's realer?
Yo, all right
Now here's what I'm going to do
I'm going to pick out some vinyls
Here we go
Do you mind if I go through your selection?
Not to pass the intersection, but if I mention Rap's Resurrection
About to pick out some vinyls and rap about them
Let's see how it goes
Here we go
I never do a acapella, I need a beat label
That's Roc-A-Fella Records
Listen to the lecture
My bitch bad, please respect her
Yo, you talking, but it's not noise
You talk about Wayne and see the hot boys
Man, look at that cover
I used to have to hide this from my mother
She didn't want me to have that back in school
So I had to sneak and listen after school
Back when a backpack was cool
And I didn't have to follow all the rules
Yo, yeah, I do it fine
And your boy Jewish like my homie is Shine
Not so do the kiddish bitch
No, you ain't fucking with us
Let me go over here
Spit rounds in the Cobras ear
That's venom, let me
Yeah, fuck it
You know, spitting hot and I'm all about the ass
Sir Mix-a-Lot
Mack Daddy, take out the K and he got the way you spell my name
Hey, rhyming with a fucking sound
And it's real rap shit
I hold it down
You know, you got a chance
Def Jam give you the album advance
Hey, no label
You got so many vinyls here
It's hard to pull it out
I don't even know what this one really about
Yo, there be rock the beat track one
That's the two bonus beats
Three, that's the intermental
Don't do it with a pencil
It's all out the top of the head
Don't call the feds
You fucking snitch
How do this before I blow the wake up show in the morning
Damn, look at young ass Sway
And he's still wearing that same hat today
Hey, that's the homie
Don't don't worry
I'm on the ice like Andre Fleury
Wait, that don't got to cover with the art
Real nice
Hey, yo, that are real interesting for you all
I think the title called Let It Fall
Let's go to another one, swear it
This one by this dude, Derek, look at my man's jeans real nice, man
He looks real polite
He got the hat to the back in a bubble coat
What are you coming fucking throats?
Look at my man's nice kicks, though
In fact, that's the window to grow
What's going to grab another record rhyme it for you
Yo, don't step up
Wrap it with the Salt-N-Peppa
None of your business
Can I get a witness?
Bitches on her knees praying for forgiveness
I give a dick bitch explicit
How I rhyme, it's so exquisite
It ain't nothing
Cats will be fronting
Came here from Dublin
Now I'm in London
Oh shit, that's the old school, the funk and the soul too
See, if you see a CD, you might see the inspirational from graffiti because that's real part of this Hip-Hop
Sell a lot of money like Thrift Shop
I sold like six million
Still out here killing, shit's reeling, but for promotional use only
For promotion, let me get a notion
Spit it with a potion
Cast in the ocean like eleven
Promenade seven
Yo, talk about rap a lot
This rhyme later the aftershock
If you need it for the promo, spit high pitch like Quasimodo
Yo, shout out to Madlib
You need some realness to tell you what the facts is
Do a backflip, so fantastic
Saran wrapped it, so drastic
Can't have it
Can't pass it
Nah, carry this shit
Yo, mask, Jim Carrey, you bitch
Let me find another vinyl to talk about
Before I get boring, people start walking out
Hey, yo, what is this?
Goddamn, this vinyl so delicious
Waxing off
I used to put this in while I was jacking off
Yo, just some music for the mind
You seeing how I do it every time?
A fucking girl with no rubber
Classic Hip-Hop, the Jungle Brothers
Hey, look at them shirts
Hawaiian, not trying
Flying, Zion
The belt is Orion
How you have it?
Why are you crying? And a diamond
Yo, I'm a diamond in the rough
Other rappers, they be trying, but they suck
Yo, you heard Naughty
I'm so hottie, Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti, murder, murder
Called a waiter, bring the server
Damn, this Murder Inc
Motherfucker can't hurt a thing
Hey, yo, hey, yo
Thank God, you know I'm spitting
My man Ja Rule just got released from prison
Welcome back, homie
We missed you
Hey, yo, I need to do a song with you
The Longitude and Latitude
Used to do a lot of rapping when I was out of school
Used to come around, rapping and shit
Now I'm fucking up
See, I hope this shit ain't in alphabetical order because I just fucked that up
I'm sorry
Pulling out rhymes, playing all these games
Now they calling me Atari
Maybe call me sorry
'Cause I ain't really with that
Maybe just kick back
Now, Clock, can you spit raps?
Hey, yo, Clock, can you spit raps?
Hey, yo, Clock, can you spit raps?
Go ahead, bro
Hey, go ahead, bro
All right, I say
I got this mic or this mic?
I say I'm fucking food and eating groupies
Okay, I say I'm fucking food and eating groupies
This is crazy because I never
Just do it, motherfucker
You got it, man
You can rap
Go ahead, bro
I say slide through the pavement
Guacamole colored minivan
Sun and sand
Movie time, [?]
Get your Digicam
You got me posted to the office watching Ghost Dogs
But not to smoke and kill
What's the move?
I don't remember my verse, but fuck it, I'm a rap anyway
Hold up, hold up
I say I'm a rap anyway
Yo, bitch, is that a way?
I'm gonna make a left 'cause yo ho is that a way
I'm still rapping
I can still DJ
Do you want to go against me?
Fuck MTV for not letting me be a VJ
I use it
Yo, yo
Yo, okay, cool
OKay, DJ, man
I DJ it
Fuck that, hey yo
Hey, yo [?] duck hunters
Why you mad? Uh
Yo, yo
They try to add me
Why you mad?
Like Cameron below Riley
I don't need to rhyme on CNN
I'll just be with my friends
It ain't cool, though
Why my DJ rap better than you?
Why my DJ rap better than you?
Why my, why my, why my DJ rap better than you?
Hey yo, I, I come and throw in the pink shirt
If you try and battle me, you better think first
Back in the day, I used to bring work and flip it
So exquisite Man, look at all these records
I used to be God's protector
Hey yo, Clock, how you feeling?
Good
You're still all good?
Good
Yo, wait, wait, give me one more beat, give me one more beat
Give me something crazy
Give me something, hey wait, slow it down for me one time
Slow it down for me one time
(Street famous, street famous)
That's just a little DJ drop
Yo, uh, I got a friend, she a bitch named Pam
I said, damn, that's my jam
So, she came over, we was watching the TV
Put my leg on her, put my hand on her leg
She got the heebie-jeebies, I'm feeling creepy
But I'm trying to hit that, so I sit back
And say, "chill, forget the whiplash
We go upstairs, my mom's just left
And maybe if you're down, we can go and have sex"
So she went up to my room, we hit the bed
I said "you ain't cool with the sex, then give me head
'Cause that's really just third base, like the rap group
And really, I don't have to ask you"
So I took her pants off, took her shirt off
She was kinda jumbled, couldn't get the words off
I said "Is it cool if I kiss you?" She said "Yes"
After that, I'm gonna miss you
Bless, so I started hitting it from behind
You know, I had to play genuine
'Cause that's the shit you play when you getting groovy
I said "Bitch, let me get up in that coochie
Let me get up in that coochie
Roll a doobie or that ooey, and watch a movie"
And then she had to go
Said, hit me with a text
I said "Nah, God bless"
Yo, you know I don't talk, boy
Shout out to Diddy, the kid of Ciroc, boy
Sipping on the Ciroc
Ay, the icy rocks, yo
Alright, let me do this one with the Ciroc bottle in my hand
Get the extra swag on it
Get the extra swag on it
Yo, yo, yo
Every bitch that I've met give me top
While I'm sipping on Ciroc
In the club, I don't fuck with that absolute
'Cause that Ciroc is good, 90-90 proof
Nah, I'm 70, but I get real drunk
Pour it on a bitch, treat her like, what's up?
I said, I treat her like a slut, I don't give a fuck, I'm just trying to get my nut, boy
So, what's up, bro?
You wanna fuck with me?
Shit crazy over here, ugly Ay, yo, my DJ can rap too
Ay, you mad, huh?
Was that a fart sound?
Fucking shit, it's all art now
I sip Ciroc from the bottle
And if a bitch give me head, she better swallow
I don't fuck with models, 'cause they too skinny
That ass better weigh 150 pounds
Give me head, she like to go down
It's all good, we like to pour rounds
That's the vodka, turn me to Waka Flocka
I start acting wild
It ain't shit, but another freestyle, I'm out
I'ma still say this, man
Watch motherfucking Dipset in London, dude
Dippin' Mats in London, that's the greatest Hip-Hop video of all time
I'm not playing, that shit is historical and it changed my life
Man, your man Tim Westwood riding around
Talking about the homie Big L, who's one of my biggest inspirations
