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All: West Coast Juke Radio!
motherfuckin' poet
Sit back and take notes while I spin like hundred spokes
My flow is razor sharp I'm comin' straight for ya throat
With that west coast gang
This is the west coast green, it's the only place to be.
[Verse 2: Green Gold Rush]
California dreamin', on such a winter's day,
Where the buds bloom
wind come and blew his dreams away
So he headed for the West Coast thought he could not lose
Rollin' down the highway with the dust bowl blues
got it lets roll
It's hot baby come outside (Outside)
Welcome to the west coast
West side 'til the day I die (Until I die)
Yeah you know the best coast
stay, lay the pistol or pay
We official, okay?
I got cooked up dope sent down from the Bay
(Yee)
From my cousin Ricky, with the sticky icky
West Coast
'95, motherfuckers
East Coast, motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
West Coast, motherfuckers (us)
West Coast, motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you
[Mack 10]
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
tonight
Getting American Money Easy, all I know
The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough
It's a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots
[Snoop Dogg (Master P)]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga want to pop his motherfuckin' collar
(With a lil' West Coast
Right now, let me take you by the hand
Right now, put your lips at my command
Right now, fly me onto lovers' land
Baby, don't you leave me
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
sho from muthafuckin swamp.
It ain't a east or west coast thing, nigga.
It's a swamp thing. ha, ha.
Tru 2 da muthafuckin game, to the south, midwest,
She's being funny, funny in the face of her fears
West gold gold
She's been through the most
West coast gold
Heaven hold her close
West coast gold
Coast love
After school, hooking up in your drop top
West Coast love
Shooting fireworks in the sky
Oh, how the time goes by
Boy how you never left my
Right now, let me take you by the hand
Right now, put your lips at my command
Right now, fly me onto lovers' land
Baby, don't you leave me
Worldwide everywhere that I go
Who the fuck shot 2pac?
The realest mothafucker ever born
I'm talking bout coast to coast
Who the fuck shot 2pac?
Real
Remember days of yesterday
And how it flew so fast
The two score and a year we had,
I thought would always last
The summer days and west coast
S.D.C.A.
These rhythms we make
The West Coast down south
Is where it goes down
S.D.C.A.
These rhythms we make
The West Coast down south
Is where it
(Y'all got to go crazy)
I want all the West Coast people to give up some love when this song come up
(If you do the crime) y'all got to go crazy
(You
can fly you out
Girl somewhere by the coast
Meet me on the west side
Hit up Melrose
Blowing Through the bag
Coppin’ Louie for the clothes
V2
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
here to tell you 'bout the spots that I love the most
Natural bridges on a clean west swell
Breaks over the reef like a bat out of hell
Stockton
never will need me
I'm gonna pack up my two-step shoes and head for the Gulf Coast plains
I want to walk the streets of my own home town where everybody
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