Lyrics:
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Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
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Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
like a steering wheel
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I got a damn good lawyer
(Yeah!) The best management and the realest DJ on the streets (Drama
Quiere que le dé in coast of marfil
Quiere que le dé diamante marfil
Quiere que en mi cuello brille su bling
Quieren que me tire a todas sus bitch
Si saben que soy de vallarta
Y vivo a lo two pac shakur
Aqui me la vivo tranquilo
Me la gozo con actitud
Puro whest coast hasta el ataud
Llevamo el
Yeah ya don't stop
In the motherfuckin house and ya don't stop
Ed Lover's in the motherfuckin house
And ya don't stop one-two, one-two
Representin
of car-hoppin' and bomb-droppin'
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin')
I was raised in the streets of California
(I was raised in Californ-I-A
Westside all night
We gone drink and make a toast
From the 559 and
All around the West coast
Hope on the 99
From the bay to Fresno
Get high alright
Wild creatures in your room
You don't get it but you never do
So lock the door we're leaving soon
I'll be clean in a year or two
I race from coast
[Intro: Dedric & Nipsey Hussle]
This for the West Coast bity
Aaa-oooaaah
Bow
Aaa-oooaaah
Aaa-oooaaah
(Dedric droppin shit, droppin shit in tha hood,
chilling in his grace ,homie i just gotta boast
Ion never hide it , homie i don't just check the coast
[Hook :6ixteen_12]
Church boy
I'm a church boy
zone might hit my dog Zo put some ice up on my pinky
Take a taste shorty say she like the ace by the bottle
Bad bitch I seen her in LA she a model
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Riding down the streets tonight and I got my Ruca by my side
Sitting there her angry eyes are looking out to vandalize
The sheets not the streets
gotta feast I gotta feast
2019
I gotta eat I gotta eat
I gotta feast I gotta feast
Beast Coast nigga, Beast Coast nigga
Uh yeah
I said before I
Shocker, call me Shocker for short
You can catch me thuggin the West coast
either catch me, shop in New York
Either poppin the cork on the Cristal
It's electric when we kiss
No I've never felt like this
Just in our tan lines by the fire
Only you can take me higher
We were driving down the coast
Top
a goddamn fool
I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Coast]
And you can find me in a parkin lot
Parkin a drop, hop in
[Intro:]
Yeah man you know it's glad to be back where it started from Jamaica
East, west coast YOU KNOW!!! Motherf**kers same thing... Come on!!!!
Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click
Enough respect to the West coast
Dun, dun, dun
Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm
want to heal your conscience making a change to fix this dying soul
Born into this world a broken home
Surrounded by love yet all alone
Forced into
Two Zero Two Zero
Man you kids are my heroes
It might feel like life is getting tough
But don't you ever ever give up
Two Zero Two Zero
All you
From Denver to California
By way of Mexico
We're lost and we're finding each other
And we may never see the west coast
We may never see the west
the gin, I loose in sneaking
I've been waiting gotta give my damn
Pop the world war 2 like Warren pick
Took lil beat and that's all I'm taking
Gotta
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
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