Lyrics:
Turn up time on the ropes
All my slime wanna toast
6ixty P that's a movie with TB livin' loosely
Lounging round on the coast
Jetski sound do the most
there wasn't much to discuss
But as we travelled south and west and then back east into the fall
In my favourite city but playing the wrong place
At some
why you all alone?"(why you all alone)
Bitch why the fuck? You tryina spoil my...(woah)
Ca , ca , Can't you see that bheki coast
Beast coast , west
world kilos, gold ropes and
West coast link that fuck with flights
To bring the smoke in
Bitch from the Ivory Coast is cool
To bring the dope in
Serving
the West Coast
To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the
air
And wave ?em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what
again?
So, there'll be moonlight over Michelle tonight
And another West Coast morning
Fuck it, I'm warning
You can look, you can touch but, no, not
and the holy ghost
As I represent both the east and the west coasts
Whatever that's worth three sixty
The planet earth that's the whole black man's turf
Now
the West Coast
As I watch you leave, it's getting hard to breathe
No this ain't how it was supposed to be
While you're out chasing all your dreams
Tell me
reached the age of maturity, he moved to the West Coast
And he fell in love when he got out there to this young girl
And then the inevitable
Became
On the west coast
Shout out to my homies up in
LA from the East Coast
G's Up Hoes down when we come around
V's up, mufucka from the underground
And I made it
daughters cross the map
East Coast to the West Coast
OG Mac do the fucking most
Yeah yeah, told em bitch you guessed it
Now I’m living drinking, popping
rancid
Whale blubber for breakfast
Lunch and dinner with a side of sand
Several months later
2D spotted a plane flying along the
Coast moved to tears by
Hollywood when I prob'ly could
I don't polly
Mohammed Ali of rap, I don't lolly gag
West Coast, the home of the bodybag
The shotty, the mag
Los Angeles,
up and down the west coast
Drivin' to Kalifornia
Where the sun shines down and it's always around, sing
Drivin' to Kalifornia
Where you feel it
playin' on the West Coast
Keep some pretty girls 'round me everywhere that I go
We made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let's make a toast
I run
Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama
(Wassup to Big Mama Mia X)
all them playas out there
California (Mr. Serv On)
East Coast (Sonya C)
Mid West, Down South
reached the age of maturity, he moved to the West Coast
And he fell in love when he got out there to this young girl
And then the inevitable
Became
ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya
Them South side boys
schreib mir Dankesbriefe
Ich bring Bandenkriege wie die West Coast
Jetzt wird dein Brustkorb durchsiebt
Chronik Nummer drei, epochale Hood-Poesie
Red
a condo west coast
Remember rapping with my niggas talking bout the loads
That was my samurai days
Everything BIG forever that nigga and that Sammy never
Ima lil boy from the west coast
Got a lil feeling I'm next
Oh yeah that's facts I'm past these rats
Too focused on getting by
You ain't really living
Size 99 add myself make it 100
Shout out to the real ones
Who have done it, no frontin
Eastside of the 405 I reside
But it's still The West Coast
I walk in the spot
Yea I'm feeling my self
I ordered a big boy I'm riding in shit right by myself
Hoe on the west coast
She doing bad but It ain't
surrender me
Im telling you
From the East coast to the West shore
If you cant rock with us then roll on out that door
Lay it out all on that floor
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