Letra Pittsburgh sound Wiz Khalifa

Pittsburgh sound

[Intro:]
Yea
It's Wiz Khalifa Man
It's That 412
I Got That Pittsburgh Sound

[Verse 1:]
Around These Parts
I'm Known As The Youngest In Charge
My Shit Bang Out The Trunk Of Your Car
It's The Cities Known Rap Spitta
Semi Blown Clack Niggas
Skin And Bones But Really Known As That Nigga
I'm Known To Chase The Bucks
Grind To Get My Paper Up
In The Studio Writin Rhymes Til The Paper Crunch
I'm Not The Type That U Would Call Em A Thug
But I'm A Huster It's All In My Blood
So If It's All For The Cheese Then I'm In It
My Screws Kinda Loose So I Ease To The Finish
I Hop Up In The Coupe Feel The Breeze While I'm In It
Blowin Smoke Up Out The Roof From The Trees That I'm Spliffin
Youngin Got The Game On Lock
I'm On Top It's A Shame Ya'll Not
You A Lame Put Your Brain On Pot
Leave U Wet Like The Rain Ya'll Drop
I'm Gon Rock And I Ain't Gon Stop... Nigga

[Hook:]
Whos The Kid Spittin Flames
Changin The Game
His Name... It's Wiz Khalifa Man
From The Home Of The Brick
Where They Know For The Cake
The Place... That Steel City Damn
I Got That Pittsburgh Sound
And I'm a Always Hold Pittsburgh Down
It's Wiz Khalifa Man
U Can't Tell By Now
Pittsburgh I'm a Swell My Town
That Steel City Damn

[Verse 2:]
Roll Rubber U Don't Know Who U Dealin With
O so innocent but flows so dilligent
My Spit Games Like A 44 Killin Shit
Know Your Man Warm But the young boy killin shit
Realist Shit And Your Main Wife Dig Me
Dame try and hit me
Kick Game Like 50 Cent
Niggas Wanna Play Games I Quickly
Mob With A Squad That Will Bang Ya'll With Me
And They Want The Kid Still Hurtin
Hundred Niggas With Hammers
Yea That's Wat I Call A Steal Curtain
I Handle My Time And Still Work It
Put In Work Couple Mil. Worth In
And I'm From Pittsburgh Where The Green
And The Eatin Is Good
Where The Fiends Do Everything In The Hood
Everyday Is Like A War So My Soldiers Ride Fatiguesin The Hood
And We Gettin All The Green Like We Should... You Know Yea

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I'm from the home and the place
Where they known for the cake
Where the money stackin up,
Put a chrome to your face
You can step outta line, and get thrown into place
That's why all my homies say
It's whatever whenever
Mother fucker I flow so hard and I spit so sick
That all of these rap niggas on my tip
Like pause it ain't none of that homo shit
And that's word to the philly ass spliff
Yeah