Lyrics:
me Mr. East Coast I'm the tightest
I remember when [bedbugs] was biting
God bless me like a nigga got sinus
Ooh
Holy Ghost, I'm a baptist
Fucking
shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I want to tell
on the flo'?
Damani's on the go and Mr. Lucc on the catch-up
Soopa Doopa behind, and baby this a set-up
Two-step with me, call your girls
I got two ref's
sayonara muthafuckas
Y'all don't want this smoke
Bitches call me big papa
But I live west coast
Mr Micheals be ya host
Let me pop my toast
Y'all could catch
talkin bout the man Jah Lil, the one extasy, and the man grandmaster D
im talkin bout Whodini, and also the force MD, you treated a brother real cool
back
the second round gon be on the floor or the coach
Yo all across the globe i dont need no one to vouch
From the west to the south lil bitch check me out look
my name, when I come through here
When I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
Young ballers in the town
a n*gga from the East Coast
Wassup
Had dreams of living on the West Coast
I woke up
Lil mama take a ride with me
I'm just a n*gga from the East Coast
Wassup
IBWC's in the house, fool
And Yo-Yo about to rock this muthafucka
And I'm sendin this out to all my homies in the west coast
Yo-Yo, kick that!
(Come
two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I wanted to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
you get in here
Kick him off the roster
Yall is all my son
Call me Mr Foster
Oh you vaccinated
Cause they told you
blah blah --
I can't fuck with
draws off and shut up till I bust me a nut
From the East Coast to the west, Midwest, to down south
These out of town bitches gettin' dick in they
planned to reconnect
I flew to Vegas to shoot the Street Dreams video and link with Tupac
Tried to squash the East Coast West Coast beef
We didn't talk
coasts what you roaming about?
[Kurupt]
Yo I'm from the West ya'll
Busting 'cause a stress ya'll
Fuck the best ya'll
Motherfuck
pressure test ya
You know who got your back when them other niggaz sweat ya'
So check uno dos while I roast this coast a toast
When it comes to beats
worth it i'm working
Who turn the gamers into gangsters?
I remember feeling danger
Now I'm feeling more discouraged
Don't feel that way, I feel your pain
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
this money
I'm about to fresh to death my bitches
This the West Coast trap game
Hit 'em on the crack cane
Spendin' young money and shit
Call me Mack
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
Coast, West Coast
YEAH
*some shout outs*
You see, Im grown up now.
I got new thoughts,
new parkin lot, pennies in a shoe box,
I got bank accounts,
things
Phoenix) Can you believe this tweeds make me a genius it wasn’t nothing but chiefs thugs and knuckleheads where I stay raised in that Killa Cali West Coast
That's my brother Mr. Kane
Mr. Abel
10 g's on the table
Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees
To the coffin from the cradle
Lick the salt when I
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