Darold Ferguson, Jr. (born October 20, 1988), better known by his stage nam… Read Full Bio ↴Darold Ferguson, Jr. (born October 20, 1988), better known by his stage name ASAP Ferg (stylized as A$AP Ferg), is an American hip hop recording artist from New York City's Harlem neighborhood. He is a member of the hip hop collective A$AP Mob, from which he adopted his moniker. In January 2013, Ferg signed a solo record deal with Polo Grounds and RCA, the same labels that helped launch A$AP Worldwide, when Ferg's A$AP Mob cohorts ASAP Rocky and ASAP Yams, negotiated their own respective deal in 2011. His debut album Trap Lord was released on August 20, 2013, and was met with generally positive reviews.
East Coast
A$AP Ferg Lyrics
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Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I don't gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill 'em and I gotta hit 'em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat 'em stupid
Only got forty-one seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wet a nigga bluer and I cannot
Grab the microphone and I make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump and I back niggas up
She in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga pronto
Bip-de-boo-da-badda-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that nigga the head honcho
Mad because I took his bitch and now he think he macho?
Somebody better call the cops, yo
'Fore we run up the side that niggas little condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we're in the house
East Coast! (Nigga)
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got (come on)
Don't do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Ya'll now and later and sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who's that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I'm finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I'm the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah
Blackin' like I'm fresh out up out retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn't ride an instrumental but they ridin' dick
I set the standard for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, his diamonds like tip
His skin too clear, his bitch gon' stare
So mind your biz, how they find the time for mindin' mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie's lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I'm going (woo)
Running, pitching like I'm bowling (woo)
In my city gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the Chiddy Bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I'm more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters in college
I feel like a coach, I'm recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I'm ballin' in blue like I'm hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don't play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon' pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Hawkins, foreign my car when I'm mashin'
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck like slick the ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-one, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood did dent me, I'mma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz's Angels
Never was a client, 'cause that boy ain't buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder's fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don't speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. Chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I'mma turn the labels out
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love the Burt, young nigga that's doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y'all niggas gon' get merked
What the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work
Bang on ya' gang culture, out of this world
It's all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don't slip, think not, on the block where it's hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
I been working so hard, nigga get your bale on
I been working so hard, niggas put the sales on
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone
See I'm from Long Beach
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Long Beach,
This that East Coast motherfucker (California motherfucker)
(Long Beach) Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (West Coast)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I don't gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat 'em stupid
Only got forty-one seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wet a nigga bluer and I cannot
Grab the microphone and I make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump and I back niggas up
She in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga pronto
Bip-de-boo-da-badda-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that nigga the head honcho
Mad because I took his bitch and now he think he macho?
Somebody better call the cops, yo
'Fore we run up the side that niggas little condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we're in the house
East Coast! (Nigga)
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got (come on)
Don't do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Ya'll now and later and sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who's that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I'm finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I'm the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah
Blackin' like I'm fresh out up out retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn't ride an instrumental but they ridin' dick
I set the standard for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, his diamonds like tip
His skin too clear, his bitch gon' stare
So mind your biz, how they find the time for mindin' mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie's lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I'm going (woo)
Running, pitching like I'm bowling (woo)
In my city gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the Chiddy Bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I'm more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters in college
I feel like a coach, I'm recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I'm ballin' in blue like I'm hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don't play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon' pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Hawkins, foreign my car when I'm mashin'
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck like slick the ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-one, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood did dent me, I'mma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz's Angels
Never was a client, 'cause that boy ain't buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder's fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don't speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. Chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I'mma turn the labels out
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love the Burt, young nigga that's doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y'all niggas gon' get merked
What the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work
Bang on ya' gang culture, out of this world
It's all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don't slip, think not, on the block where it's hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
I been working so hard, nigga get your bale on
I been working so hard, niggas put the sales on
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone
See I'm from Long Beach
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Long Beach,
This that East Coast motherfucker (California motherfucker)
(Long Beach) Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (West Coast)
The song "East Coast" by A$AP Ferg featuring Remy Ma is a rap song that celebrates the east coast of America and its unique culture. Throughout the song, Ferg references his love for his hometown of New York City and expresses pride in his roots. He boasts about his rap skills, claiming that he can beat anyone who tries to step to him on the mic. Ferg also discusses street violence and gang culture, highlighting the dangers that come with living in some of the rougher parts of the city.
One of the themes that runs throughout the song is the idea that hard work and dedication can help someone rise to the top. Ferg mentions his own struggles and how he worked for success despite facing many obstacles. The song also touches on the theme of brotherhood and loyalty, with Ferg declaring his allegiance to his friends and fellow rappers.
Overall, "East Coast" is a celebration of a particular way of life and an ode to cultural pride. It's a song that speaks to urban youth who have experienced the ups and downs of life in the inner city, and it offers them a sense of community and belonging. It's a powerful anthem that celebrates the resilience and toughness of those who hail from the east coast.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Darold Brown, Calvin Broadus, William Roberts, David Brewster, Jr., Trevor George Smith Jr., Khalil Rahman, Sam Barsh, Altariq Crapps, Karim Kharbouch, Rakim Mayers
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KamelStar2
Remy bringing that much needed female hip hop back Thank you
Enrique A.
KamelStar2 back to hip hop in general..
R Alexan
She brought back hip hop period
Juan Fontanez
@Enrique A. m we 1
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her rhymes were hella weak
Valdez Marshall
Remy Ma never disappoints 👌
Whoa_Lisa
Never ever!
Justin Piette
Remy ma will go down in Hip Hop History as one of the best battle rappers of all time. i really hope people actually support her solo album, she deserves it!
Kiere Espinoza
When I tell you I haven't anticipated an album this hard in so long.. lol
Kris With The K
Kiere Espinoza still right? I literally anticipate it everyday for 5 years 🗣🗣