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are fronting
On dudes that tryna holla but ain’t sayin nothing
The speakers bumping like ya breath on onions
In the winter we in the west coast, it’s

won’t lie
The sleight of my hand the pen and this line
Writing these hits from the coast to the side
That’s East to the west
This shit from my soul and I

west coast is up in flames
Kinda sucks it never rains

I'm Making bread everyday like a baker
When is congress gonna send me that paper?
At least the air

on the ganja
I bring the West Coast, that SoCal style
The sickest man to ever touch a rhythm wreck it and smile
I spit a rhyme that's complex, ahead of its time

my time getting up to the West Coast
Read theory in the woods, drove solo
My Corolla hates me a whole bunch for all those back roads potholes

Being

But I had family and friends that I needed to see
So I sent up a smoke signal with some green

And wouldn't you know one by one I found my fam
Everyone

Nigga this that West Coast Lowriders in the front yard
Old school of parliment, blue cap with the Dodger brim
New strap with the hollows in
Move back

But I could keep it a secret
A freak, it remain conscious and stomp niggas on beats (Cali)
West coast, home of the synthesizer
Put the clap in

humble beast
I'm just a little humble beast
Jesus and bowties for everybody
West Coast Atlanta
Alright, that's it

Stomp

Fuz

Resonation Restoration

2004

For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get, no problem, Barry

You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home,

booger flicking
Homie I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it
So I'mma just go beast, and bring that West coast heat
'Cause I'll be

Leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo

I could put you on a plane 
Take you out of Chi town 
Take you to the sunny side, west coast LA

I want to take you to Lc
Want to be in a California breeze
I want to lay in the sand your hair in my hand fall asleep.
Drive down the west coast
With

order
ABC
All I got
Kanye West
I don't need em all
Fuck the rest
You can call me blessed
There's a bullet in your chest
I don't need to know
Why you know

God and pray to Jesus, now I'm always good
Cause I'm
Filled up with the Holy Ghost
Bring revival and the vibes to the West Coast
Man, I used to get so

gotta go
One day she's gone hit the road
Head out for the west coast

cnd I'm just dreaming big in a small town
Thinking that a girl like her's gonna

she ain't sticking round, she's gotta go
One day she's gone hit the road
Head out for the west coast

cnd I'm just dreaming big in a small town
Thinking

ksichtu s každou mou novou deskou (Ayy)
Demon time mám dress code (Woah), černej zmrde, West Coast (Ah)
Vyrostl jsem v Chebu, drogy v batohách se nesou

We left for Alberta, left the east coast
Followed the clouds running west
The highway was long
And worn by other fools
Fools like us I guess

To Al Green To Bring out The Old Days
Wishing OG's Was Still Stuck Into They Old Ways
No Snitches No Bitching Getting Digits By The Hour
Ignore The Phrase

[Mr. Sancho]

Come with us and let's toast

Chillin in the west coast

Finest City with the best hoes, San Diego

Feelin the urge to choken, token,

Listen girl
They call me
Polow Da Don (Zone 4)
And I got my boys with me
They go by the name of I-15 (West Coast)
And you know what we came

shit, follow industry
I'm sending love to the south for embracing me
And to my west coast fam
You know how we be

CHORUS
Why you wanna take my sunshine
My

It's been a wild time loving you

Hop on a plane out to the west coast
To San Diego to record some tunes
Spend some time out in the salt and the sand