West Coast Shit (feat. Kolbeef & Showtime)
Scoob
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Look West coast shit West coast shit West coast onna top... can't tell me different Home of the champs, the guap and the finer bitches Purp and yellow in my blood, born to be profilic Bleed blue, it's seeping through all designer stiches I got my money on my mind cuz I'm chasing it This rona got it raining out the sky so i'm raking it I cant do no handouts I ain't shaking it The city on my back just hold on and i ain't breaking shit Ain't no getting by, we be getting paypa All these niggas getting cut I ain't talking taypah Call me beef... yeah I eat... I'm a known scraypah Roll a grabba sit back watch this smoke vapor Got the city on my back, LA home of the champs, west coast shit This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smoking Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion Catch me in traffic wit a bad bitch, west coast shit West coast home of the best coast And you know we keep the best smoke Coming at you from the city to the ocean When you see me UCLA like I'm Rosen Married to the hustle, road to the riches Betting on my vision, always been my mission Nigga like me never trippen on no bitches Big time moves greatness always need a witness Hey All my life, I been getting it how I had to Run it up, my nigga, I'm glad too And my mama gotta get a burkin' bag too I'll kill this beat and anything If have to Never been a killer please don't push me Been in the game never been a rookie Called her pussy Mike Tyson cause it hooked me If she throw it at me steal ya bitch like I'm Mookie Got the city on my back, LA home of the champs, west coast shit This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smoking Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion Catch me in traffic wit a bad bitch, west coast shit Aye I'm 310 chilling right next to the beach Been tryna take it to levels they can't reach Ima westside baby, witta dream to get cream Vivid premonitions, typa shit you won't believe From the city where the Lakers at Y-y-you can getcha chain snatched, thanks for that If I said it I won't take it back, lose a little Ima make it back This the game ain't no shame in that Now look I been about my money from the get go Got the city on my back like it's velcro Throw my hoodie on, I'm feeling like Carmelo The world up in my hands and I promise I won't let go Slide around Torrance with a bad bitch K-Knock it out the park like a bad pitch Always smoking on some shit that ain't average I'm Clayton Crenshaw, LA been home Of the champions Got the city on my back, LA home of the champs, west coast shit This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smokin' Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion Catch me in traffic wit a bad bitch, west coast shit
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Written by: Devante Jenkins, Kolby Marzorini, Michael Jurado
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