Haha... I can't believe you niggas. You can't be serious. You really thought sin ce 'Pac died the West coast fell the fuck off, huh? You thought since Dre ain't made a album, we flopped? Fuck that shit nigga! Rap-A-Lot for life nigga! Yukmou th nigga! West Coast don nigga! What's wit it punk?! It's nuthin to a boss nigga ! We been ridin on dubb's that spin nigga! We been poppin bottles, nigga, since 'Pac was alive nigga. The West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks!
I'm from the West Coast and never-ever crip-walk. I'm like the Bird Man, platinu m grill, big cross an I'm tryin to sell a few mill like Kris Kross. I'm ultra co cky, tell a chicken get lost. Diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off. I let cli ps off, ya whole click soft. What you know about a hundred on a wrist watch. Twe nty on ya chicks watch, loungin Gucci flip flops, and I bang in the club like Ri ck Rock. Yuk show you how to rock that real thug hip-hop. They ride lo-lo's, Yuk mouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop. Menage-a-trios all year if ya chick jock. With ten karats in my ear like a big shot. Godzilla get the s crilla like Chris Rock, an I'ma bring the West back when my shit drop.
To roll around on 24's. Wit plenty millions in a vouge. Everything a nigga want. It's nothin 2 a boss! So much ice a nigga froze custom rides wit 3-1-0's. Until I die it's all West coast, it's nothin big to a boss!
Yeah... if you gon' do it, do it right. I'm in the blue and white. Rally striped Vipe leavin Peanuts wit a crew of dykes. Tuesday night I got my game together. I'm dangerous fella, my rims spin like plane propellers. an I'm down wit Prince James forever. Rap-A-Lot fo' lia.
Yukmouth, Scarface an Tela, and ya'll know Yuk is off the meter. For all you non -believers, I spark the heater. I'm what you call a block leader. Why you hatin? I roll through ya radio station wit Gary Payton. In a franchise Lac outside on cherry Dayton's. An rock the new blue Burberry, make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh. My cars talk back like Michael Knight. I got a hundred on a Roy J ones and Tyson fight. You wanna roll wit baller, well tonight's ya night. I rock ice cause the price is right. Step it up hater. Yeah
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Every day I'm poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag. Fourty G's in a Gucci bag, I'm coppin a Jag. Two-hundred G's in a Louie bag, I'm coppin a pad, wit the dragon s haped tool in the bag. What you know about that?! What you know about chronic an Hypnotic, coppin Lamborghini's from 3-1-0 an Simbalic. Drop stretch Hummers, tw enty-four inch rims on it. ??? skin interior wit the suede trim on it, wait!
I came in the game wit mobsta tales. I hit Mr. Chow's for meals, crack lobster t ails. At the mall wit a model who only buys Chanelle. You wish I fell, but I pre vail, Yukmouth is ill. I rock the 'Wheels of Fortune' like Pat Sajack. In a blac k Maybach, I'm tryin to bring the Bay back
in a A's throw back and a A's hat. Yuk a beast, and bleach couldn't fade that! W hat?!
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