Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I pick up
The west coast like the phone is ringing
Hello
Anybody on this phone this evening? Guess not
Jay Rock, out the bottom of Watts
Gangsta
the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket, loc
'Cause Doggy Dogg is all about the Zig-Zag smoke
See it's a West Coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get
the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket, loc
'Cause Doggy Dogg is all about the Zig-Zag smoke
See it's a West Coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get
about the Zig-Zag smoke
See it's a West Coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
coast gangsta
With ties to the west coast, banging
Motherfuck a street team, my team bereave streets
Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door
repitar
Repititious and ready to cause heavy
Castrate hoes by nature trying to falsefy gangstas
Lyrical overdose 20 cc's of the most
Potent antedote key
like that
You know you the fashion type of cat
Always in them stores, with major whores
doin' things, bling bling
West Coast runnin', lovin',
Definition, gangsta, hustla, you know
We make money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention, bitch
Uhh, yeah, come on
Uhh, uhh, make some room
Dogg House, you
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
Now is the time
This is the place
To bang back the khakis with the church fat lace
West is the coast, east is the side
Long Beach is the city where
with the west coast, show em how we rock it
Keep it pumpin through the summer, stuff them chips up in my pocket
Super-saki gin'll keep my style all in
of the coup let's get it cracking
So pass the stick and tell me hoe what's happening
Chorus
This West Coast gangsta' shit got it crackin'
We all mackin' so
I ain’t change
And that’s hard nigga look how far we came
In California niggas saying what up east coast
But in my city rep the west so it’s all
You already know I had to hop on this one
Yea
That's right
West coast the best coast
Uh
Yea
Uh
Back like I neva left
Can't nobody save the west
You already know I had to hop on this one
Yea
That's right
West coast the best coast
Uh
Yea
Uh
Back like I neva left
Can't nobody save the west
?Porslin?, DoggHouse
Dogg Pound Riders
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Ha ha ha, and all the homies
(See we just don't give a fuck)
East to West Coast
tall like I'm walkin' on stilts
Aftermath on blast from the house I built, uh (haha)
And that's east to the west, right?
The niggas on my team, they
for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' a movie
Inspired by this gangbangin' shit since I was two
I brought the West coast back, what
y’all and fuck 12
The west coast gon always regulate
We can link N
Smoke if you want to
Chill if you want to
Ain’t nobody gotta know
That we can link N
shit, you never see me jackin' it
This heat clappin' make street savages peace advocates
I'm on the West Coast with a bitch that's East African
I used
the jack strapped wit a fat gat all my niggas down to rat tat tat tat west coast bad boys we was yelling now west coast mafia regime and thug zellin nigga
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