Lyrics:
[Snoop Dogg]
West Coast, it's time to stand up nigga
We goin' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
And every
debating
Play my shit for all my boys and they like "Zay you goin' places"
2000 been misbehaving
2019 been elevating
Missed 2-0, I was on the coast, I still
Count the days averages
Round like hay cabins in
Outhouse Kansas and Inhale like asmatics
Best friend’s a cool guy slapped by bad cabbages
Two time
your wig get split
They say they some shooters, I don't believe these niggas
They say they some hittas, well I don't need these hittas
[Verse 2
leave, bye bye
Connect is the plug, WiFi
East coast niggas rep that NY
West coast nigga done taught me how to drive by
Consignment, money back pronto
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
know I
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, but now I'm back across the water
I'm in Sydney with somebody's daughter
Blowing sticky by the zips, and they
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
Just side by side
Leading our time and motion
Just our love and devotion
Let our feelings lead us to the coast of love
Far away you can find the place
the rap host
Who rip shows, from coast to coast
Get on down [x4]
It's going down [x2]
[Erick Sermon, PMD]
Yea, back to the picture, the scene
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Yeah
I, lock shit like a, big pimp nigga
Eight mackin' with no, fake shit nigga
Coast to coast tossin' hoes with my clique nigga
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,
Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock
Funny nigga think he got stripes, oh you Chris Rock
Closet of full of kicks, on the strip wearing
I done smoked a quarter pound, quarter pound
In 2 days (2 days, 2 days)
I done smoked a quarter pound, quarter pound
In 2 days (2 days, 2 days)
I
[Waves Splash]
Yeah
Ugh
SWENDALoso
[Chorus]
We could Fucc by the shore beaches that’s sandy
Do ya wanna see the sunrise in Miami
Love the look
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
and pocket books
Been a crook
Califoolya made ya look
[Chorus: x2]
The land of the hustlas and slick choppas
Ambulance gurneys and helicopters
Gangstas
Gotta make sure it's dirty, even better when it's slowed down
Ain't a native but ain't gotta ask what you talm bout
I remember when I heard County Shit by
coast to coast
From europe japan I gets that dough
Send out 2 I get back 4
Ya broad around me imma lace that hoe
Smoke dro redo my whips
Redo my
a cosmopolitan vibe about you
Like you belong to me
I mean that you're meant to be on two coasts
And stranger, you got a sense for how my world works
So indulge me
the call for the Wu (yeah)
Zu, gots like come on through
Su, that's the call for the Zu
If you're from the East Coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
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
In the district called the Barbary Coast
Nickelodeon showed scandalous moving pictures
The coast was described by
One indignant critic
As "that sink
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