Lyrics:
I understand your style nigga
It's going on the third year, since you've been gone
On the East and West Coast the same shit is going
thigh right thigh
Tight like west coast
Hello pretty mama
Caught you from the side of my eye
Ya feet are hurting coz you running my mind
Look
A lot
the pain
[STORY:]
[Odysseus:]
Odysseus ruled over Ithaca,
An island on the west
Coast of Greece, and was a visitor
Of amazing unknown lands.
He
gotta let it be"
in the brown of your wall you can hear another way
To make the west coast ladies do the eastside shake,
As long as the one across town
on the school front yard
Listenin' to the Beatles I love
I'll drive until I hit the west coast sand.
I'll get there in slowmotion, yeah
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get, no problem, Barry
You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home,
the water, maybe something in the sand
Maybe some west coast thing I'll never understand
Maybe just because
I hate California
I don't blame the Beach
of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.
She was married
on the west coast we have Treasure Islan'
Here's Nijinsky a doin' the Rhumba
Here's her Social Security numba
La la la La la la La la la La la la
Lydia,
see there
Yes in a high rocky mountain in the west coast of Clair
Oh the towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
From the high rocky slopes round
West coast for me baby, start that fatty
Let it go below your waist like you at Bally's
This Total Fitness, can you feel it?
Break it up or yeah you
With 5 5 brown eyes smile like J. Lo
Left thigh right thigh
Tight like west coast
Hello pretty mama
Caught you from the side of my eye
Ya feet
thousand feet up lookin out the window
Yea that's a g4 just left the west coast got a couple pink toes yea low problems
Real supermodles yea live starvems
and the backseat
holdin a grip of chips while I smoke a fat J
comin up out the West Coast where the gangstas and the ballers stay
(hell yeah) stoppin and hoppin
on the west coast we have Treasure Islan'
Here's Nijinsky a doin' the Rhumba
Here's her Social Security numba
La la la La la la La la la La la la
Lydia,
We left for Alberta, left the east coast
Followed the clouds running west
The highway was long
And worn by other fools
Fools like us I guess
Big would you praise my rhymes?
And give me the spot, "Best of All Time"
If I die in N.Y. will the West Coast ride
And the beef not stop 'til,
It's been a wild time loving you
Hop on a plane out to the west coast
To San Diego to record some tunes
Spend some time out in the salt and the sand
need of that healing
If I canu0027t have it Ima feel some type of way
Cuz when we start smoke we nuh stop smoke
Iu0027m from the west coast riding with
Rrah, falte meine Hände für das Ghetto
West-Coast, Chaye, Gangster tanzen nicht zu Techno
Dort, wo jeder Zweite weiß, wo man im Viertel Shem holt
Dort,
no
(Cc)
Best flow since the West Coast
Gave us Death Row
(RJ)
Peaks and valleys
Camouflaged by weed smoke
(Cc)
Blunted off of three tokes
Find
long
I will follow
One day, I will come home
When I finally reach the west coast
Maybe then, I'll just float and stay for a while
Maybe I'll get
West coast rocks
Rock, yeah, rock, roll
Roll, roll a blunt, yeah
Left Brain niggas mothafucking bitch
Odd Future, MellowHype, cut this shit
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