Lyrics:
of hearin'
Laid out the blueprint, how to run up them blue strips
Remember Mach' said if the blow take a three then that's good shit
Come through and flood
clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
See now, there it go
y'all got it
The East Coast West Coast
junior high
Who am I
Mili milz this here the do or die
Got blunts for days and bottomless bitches
Head up I'm coming up riches
West coast strictly
Chuck
taking a shot
At Jay for that line in "22 Two's," couso
He was right, too much West Coast dick-licking
I'm getting my dick licked by a thick bitch when
3's like one two tres
No espanol then thass okay
Cause back on my west coast LA lakers
32 Johnson jersey
Call me senior fresco, thass more Spanish
Thass
to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the kings
black suit.
Dangerous music, and the Dangerous Crew,
Oakland, Ca, and the Playboy too.
West coast rapping all over the place.
Too Short, baby, all in
steady
It was Mike to those that knows
Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes
We was east coast niggas headin' west
I was rollin'
to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the kings
the Bible isn't two parts
There's a Part Three to the Bible, Joe
And I, God, have anointed you
To dig up this Part Three that is buried by the tree
half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, the outcome
is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
or where you're from, West or East
to God that we live in a Matrix
Take that blue pill then
We start seeing spaceships
Kanye, west-coast niggas do it the best
Bring each other down
Crab in
take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on
I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now
The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now
service at the Fairmont
West Coast, two coasts, one week, air miles
I got life goals to the tenth degree
Let me tell you what life's taught me
There's bad
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
x2]
This life of mine
Were only time on my side till I die
Gettin' high,
waste of time
Livin' blind by the light
Gettin' by
The best way I
they're stayin
Shit their whole fuckin exsistance is a 4 block radius
"So what about violence" Let the red kill the blue
East coast West coast beef helps
trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm bridgin' the gap, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd
Kurupt, young Gotti
West Coast, East Coast nigga
Raw doggs
(Chorus)
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
guess they not done
Irritating me
I'm just heating up
Running with speed
So my music they bump
Uh
But let me catch my mind
West coast west side
Road
date
I'm 1 of 1, no remake, Dusse
Better by myself, I'ma do me
Cheddar bring the wealth, and the blue cheese
Bruce Lee, kick the fee, we don't do free
black, part of the original West coast Rap gang from Compton. Pacific seed, California one of three west states of producing that stankonia. I'm putting
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
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