Lyrics:
This year we had to change things up
Distance between the two of us
You're seeing family in the East
I'm staying in the southern heat
It's not
(Intro)
Yeah
909
909
909
909
909
(Hook 1- RandiVision)
I will never be owned.
Nigga No.
Bitch I’m from the West Coast.
My Niggaz Roll.
We gone toast up to more achievements, more greatness, and more money
Do it how we supposta,
We coast to coast blkkk cosa nostra, champagne
With the blue checks
She lookin' me up and down
It's a shoe check
Swear by the night
I know imma have you wet
It's a party on the west coast
And you know
I live this dream but still it seems I have you on my mind
From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I
Proceed wit the caution im made for dis shit
Drippin I'm saucin through lanes when I switch
How much it coast man I charge by the grip
Think they can
tight now
Let's take a trip, take a trip, yeah
Overdue past my flight
Tell me what's two more days
Tell me what's two more nights
Baby tell me what's two
did a lick well
I'm in a thick cell
Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails
And when I hear Westside Connection
I get the fuckin erection
Chorus, W.C.:
of shooting stars
So maybe please string your guitar for Me
For Me
(One' Two' Three' Four')
We sail by the sun again
It tells us now that we are it
So we are
[Mack 10]
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
the coast to the avenue
Our crew is deep, I thought you knew
Hitting switches in my 64
Baby don't you know
We be rolling
I said trucks rolling by with
Summer went by
And I'm missing my freedom
I fought my demons but still they ain't leaving
I've been Lowkey and
But I've been feening
For some recognition
toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant
a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
The C.O.L.O.N.Y. east coast and the west coast fuse together this shit
ain't dope it's a musical treasure never come and test a, dope MC like
Brown
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
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
Verse 1
Far far far away down down down
by the Atlantic coast we felt in love
While a wave hit the beach you smiled at me secretly after one week
[Mack 10]
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
little niggas get gun pounding
Keep moving, who saved you?
Play who? Not me
Me and Bronson, not we
Two real niggas sitting in the East Coast
Ice is
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