Lyrics:
Yeah, sup Ro, sup Grace, this your boy Den Den
To jump on this track with you boys, knowI'mtalkingbout
It's all about the third baby, third coast
The grind don't stop. Always work around the clock
West coast reppin worldwide. Servin up that hot shit
Make shit pop quick. All around the block
and chuck up 4 fingers twist the 2 up in the middle
Now you throwin up a dub come and vibe out wit a nigga
All my west coast niggas Throw yo dubs up
Throw yo
by my dawg if he wrong I'm still with it
We knocking shit off if you play boy we spinning
P.R.M be the mob or the gang no specific
Sent that bitch
Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4
rotten
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{"That's all I
Shit, ain't nothin' wrong with fuckin' with
A nigga from the East Coast
Ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' a
Lil' piece of the East (no doubt)
You know
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood,
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
California
Now I can't sleep at night
Without your 8 x 10 by my side
That day will come
For us to be together
I'm not worried 'bout a thing
Not even
like the cold
I found my way, my way
Right by the coast
Tell me you miss me like before
Baby, assist me till I blow
And when you kiss me, I can float
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
don't stop"
*repeat x2*
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks"
"??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks"
Verse One: Dray, Books
Higgity-hey
What happened? I was supposed to split dough with you
I wanted to live by the coast with you
(aye, Sippi)
What happened
I was supposed to split
A my robimy West Coast
Hip hop w stylu lay low
G Funkiem poprawiamy humor
Chcesz to z nami graj
A my robimy West Coast
Hip hop w stylu lay low
G Funkiem
West coast livin
Its that west coast livin
I speak peace to my peeps but the pain endures
When somebody you love already walked through Heaven's
My wrist got VVS,
Yellow diamonds dancing down my chest
Your girlfriend is impressed by the way I talk
Yeah I make her wet
Got too many racks on me I
I only want the best of the best, unimpressed by the rest
Make America great again, from East coast to the West
Let real rap manifest, destiny in
Isabel and her brown skin shined like a sapphire in the summer sun
The pride and joy of a Mexican lawman who lived by the gun
He got cross ways
Nothin' but a gangsta party (for life, for life)
Nothin' but a gangsta party (West Coast, West Coast for life)
Got me up against the fence, back
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
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