Lyrics:
your hair
Broke down my walls
When you took my hand
Not a cloud in sight now my sky is brighter with you
With you
Suns beaming down on this old two lane
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
Yea
You listening to the voice of Jimmy 2Shoes Baby
New East Coast
Ayo BL'EVE we are railing on these niggas man
Show these niggas again
hahaa
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
California's got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them
Swear to God they got the most
At every business on the coast, yeah
Swear to god they got
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
southern 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
California's got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them
Swear to God they got the most
At every business on the coast, yeah
Swear to god they got
No stress on a chip stackin' conquest
No stress with this full court press
Left coast sucka duckin', passin' tests
No stress u can tell by the way I
on you-you-you,
Make a sound, or two just like...
So sweet like honey, so funny,
But a hardbody on the outside, Mike, and Ike
It's hot outside, in a minute it's
non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody ducking
West coast in the house so it's on and cracking
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Salt coast, foul wind
Old ghosts, scrap tin
Leaves, rain
Leaves, rain
Now I ain't trying to be the greatest(lies)
cm juss tryna be the realest (tru)
Coast to coast off the glass
Time to blow off the dust
X2
Give us our
just expanded
And that's when things got out of control
All of us on the East Coast loved 2Pac the
Music was all that mattered that East Coast
West
day, I lead 'em in a different way
I don't take no mess, get it off of my chest
I'ma be dressed to impress, no stress, fresh
Off the east side, Trae
what you need
Rep chicks on the strength
Rep thugs on the street east Coast y'all
Handle your BI west Coast y'all
Handle your BI dirty South y'all
Handle
New Jersey stand up!
[DJ scratching Eminem sample]
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon"
"Pacewon"
(This is how the East Coast rocks)
(This is how
start making steps
They try to intercept
And block you from yo wealth
So money they collect
By fucking with yo health
They destroying yo image
They
a thousand of them
I'm a crate MC, accordin' to them
Fuck that!
[Chorus: x2]
All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard
The West coast warlord,
the road, I ain't stopping for non
Keep going up cause I know I'm the one
Coast to coast I'm putting on for the Bay
Put my phone down, I got calls to make
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
can fly you out
Girl somewhere by the coast
Meet me on the west side
Hit up Melrose
Blowing Through the bag
Coppin’ Louie for the clothes
V2
This party better be fucking awesome man
Trae was talking about this shit's gonna be wavy
We're on the coast, Biloxi
He got all these bitches
Finger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weather
New sale, two L's and some old
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