Lyrics:
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
remember when I was fucked up won't nobody give me nothing (nothing, nothing, nothing)
Remember when I was fucked up won't nobody give me nothing (nothing,
and how we wrap bricks with petroleum
Clean strips like custodians (uh-huh)
My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in
West signed me, I
a night
How you do that trick to hypnotize ?
Me in a shuffle dance, you by the light
I think it's time to fix our glances
just in time to lick you beside
his bitch
Who showed you how to put
Gold D's on a Bentley?
The nigga that showed me
He from Eastside 20's
I'm the West Coast Don, the Compton phenom
on
Presidential Status
Presidential Rollie
They how you get the paper and knobody Know it
They gonna turn into some Vultures
Won't Nobody see
It's gonna hurt you
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
west side
So you know the row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say but give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A. from
West the rap game where words became flesh
A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress
Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop
Cause Afrikabababa
change in time, don't let this pass you by
Don't let this pass you by, you better adapt or perish
Don't let this pass you by, you better collapse
yeah I got put on
It was hard in the hood
I was rappin', my homies sellin' hard in the hood
I know Game from cedar block, Dom from the West
That was [?]
And topped by a black leather vest
Somebody asked how he came by his name
And if he was one of the best
The eyes of the tall stranger narrowed
He grinned like
faith it's gone really you great
I won't let you starve
you can have my plate
I'm gone do whatever I can to make us great
It's just me and west side Onna
faith it's gone really you great
I won't let you starve
You can have my plate
I'm gone do whatever I can to make us great
It's just me and west side Onna
ho is
Imagine how good she gon' go with the Trojan
Bitches big Lyndo like I'm in they noses
She bought it and rolled it
And after we smoked, it
Was all
puttin' it down for Californ-i-a
California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party)
California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes, they
mine on me wherever I was at
Heard some niggas had some money on my hat
(Live by it you die by it)
Uh, 223.'S, K's, and Mac's
You send a shooter here
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle man)
I check it
overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
Biggie Smalls the illest and how
Phrase raise your eyebrow
By now you
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
drinks on me
You're free to live how you live but don't give me hope
I'm tryna change everyday, tryna do what you won't
I really thought we were better
Okay! I'm reloaded jay what up, nigga
Feel like past this shit
And I'm tellin' you I'ma do it my way
West side of the Windy, what up?
Our medicine
was only in the building trying to get by
I know folks who would take a second guess
Neck wet, Lux soap
Drip, bubble up, shine, nigga take these notes
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