"Natural" - DJ DADA

[Intro] Mmm, yeah. Thuggin' love baby. West Coast. G-Funk. Comin' atcha in smooooth, natural kinda way. Uh. [Verse 1] Bumpin, Slidin', Dippin' and whippin' Come through stuntin', with ya bitch I'm chillin' Cool 45 on the hip keep it steady Lettin' every mothafucka know that I'm ready West coast ridin' top blown off Bendin' corners in the Benz, wide body, candy gloss Posted on the block, what you need, is what we got Gettin' rich like Fifty, momma knows I'll die tryin' Check the homie shirt I think he got a wire Never fuck with unders Leave 'em under covers This G shit what we about, you don't even gotta wonder [Pre-Chorus] I'm Natural in the streets Momma hates my true home She knows I'm livin' high But my soul is already gone [Verse 2] Stackin' paper ain't no thang Makin' it rain in the strip club, eatin' chicken wangs Watchin' yo bitch dance, she see her reflection in my chain She wanna come back to the crib, Sit on my leather couch and watch me count my stacks But I never trust a ho, and that's fuckin' facts Never let 'em know where you stay Cuz it'll lead to a path that'll mark your grave Never trust a bitch, you know she triflin' Tryna get my paper, bitch I'll blast ya [Pre-Chorus] I'm a natural in the streets Momma hates my true home She knows I'm livin' high But my soul is already gone [Chorus] I'm a natural at this shit. Writin' and hustlin' They know I'm legit. Ain't no one tell me otherwise Cuz they already met my 45 I'm a natural at this shit. Writin' and hustlin' They know I'm legit. Ain't no one tell me otherwise Cuz they already met my 45