Lyrics:
skin a catch a fire like a Craven-A
Dem skin a catch a fire like a-
When mi rise up di K middle day
Mi nuh play fi spray
Nuh police inna yuh way cya
West coast
West coast
Throw your middle finger like you don't give a what
Cross it with a ring finger
Spread your thumb
And raise it up
West Coast
on the bottom, way down in Key West
I play both sides against the middle
Trying to pick up that pirate radio signal
I heard the news, I heard your last request
hands up high
Time to show these motherfuckers how the west coast ride
Four fingers twist the middle for the
West side, west side, west side, west side,
that bass
The West Coast you know I love this place
Can't stop, can't hold me down
Dubs up, middle finger go round
Let it boom in a city of sound
I ain't
In the middle of the car wash
Robots fucking
In the middle of sitcom
Robots fucking
In the middle of the west wing
Robots fucking
In the middle
scope
I’ll leave your ass in a bag where nobody goes
West Virginia born West Virginia raised
Middle fingers up let me hear you say West Virginia born
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
for the West
With her shivering children in zero degrees
Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest
Oh well, blankets for land, is a bargain
for the West
With her shivering children in zero degrees
Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest
Oh well, blankets for land, is a bargain
Had no part in it they said he did but he didn't
So they descended caught him out on the flat undefended
Ten of'em in the middle of the night
Lotta
Oh well then, I, John, he a might number
Way up in the middle of the air
Well I, John he saw a mighty number
Way in the middle of the air
Got
I got no time for fake niggas
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while
I got no time for fake niggas
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (that's right)
And while
high grade fi mi nerves first
Straight from West pon a town bus
Me haffi smoke a pound first
Send, send, send, send, send, send on
Send on and never
high grade fi mi nerves first
Straight from West pon a town bus
Me haffi smoke a pound first
Send, send, send, send, send, send on
Send on and never
Oh well then, I, John, he a might number
Way up in the middle of the air
Well I, John he saw a mighty number
Way in the middle of the air
Got
Now it's come to this
It's like we're back in the Dark Ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a world of superstition
Now it's come
Now it's come to this
It's like we're back in the Dark Ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a world of superstition
Now it's come
on the global guy this worst than West Craven
Dealing with that stress at night, they had my chest pacing
Forever say the global star, cause I was born to make it
Don't make fun of me
Don't make fun of me
Don't make fun of me!
Ha
Heaven's rest
Kevin's west
Make up face with the red big nose
Round tip shoes
the West, these niggas ain't fake
Better lock your door, cause nigga will invade
I got four fingers up
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
Cruising in the summertime
Top down driving out
To the coastline
From the middle of the west
To the borderline
I'm going overtime
I'll be out here
and
So go West, we a family skunk of rap hits
to snap out of you that divide and conquer crap
Pass the bubbly - to the good guy starter
Rap style
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