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I was born in San Fransisco when the bay was full of cruisers
Where the west wind smells of fishing boats for fifty miles around
My father wore
In the west end on the weekend
Got no money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
the acres
So they spend money that they ain't made yet
Got a Benz on tick that they ain't paid yet
Spend their pay check in the west end on the weekend
Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets
Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy
Every night is different pussy since my girl left me
And I
for girl with a body pump it like a hottie
Seems like you got switches and you're hittin em
Two wheel motion keep bumpin em
Now throw it east to west
turn at the park where the homies meet
In the sunshine
Another sunny day where the girls wear mini-skirts 
And low rider six trays
Money makers...
weekend (Why?) just to see my boo again {Ok Ok}

[Chorus]

Chea
Uh Huh
J.R
Let Me Tell You What I'm Bout Baby

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Girl we
I touch down, by lil Fate

(Hook)
Now don't get mad at me 'cause ya hoe outta pocket and she chose (she chose)
Just charge it to the game and find
cousins
A toast to the West,
Courtesy of the South,
Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard.
It’s the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bocephus
For
for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac (listen)
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon get by mother fucker
Listen

Baby girl I know you
for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac (listen)
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon get by mother fucker
Listen

Baby girl I know you
from a different dresser I'm not ready to address
I went to the west to get my mind off things and I'm already depressed
I give up. Get let down. Down
Hefner's no joke, he's too heavy for my kind
I play blind and went out lookin for my type
That's right, my type, a cute fine girl named Sabrina
Coolin
surprise
I got a Californa queen sleepin by my side
She's about 5'5, with a body of a queen
Type of girl ya keep around it ain't no 1 night fling
And me