Lyrics:
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
took our chance and slipped away
We've got dad's hunting knife, a box of matches, two flashlights
Split between two packs
And as we cross the tracks by
today
Don't know which car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me 200 grand
And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
I've got
stainless
And understand that you lookin' at the famous
West-coast rapper who act like a anus
Hollywood, they thought they could tame this
Pit-bull, but I
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
Run it by you can't run it by you
I've been doing me for a minute or two
Run it by you can't run it by you
I've been doing me for a minute or two
just want a piece
Cuz girl your body's callin' for me
And we coast like
I just touch down in LA
Call you as soon as I land
She tell me come thru
Fucking up your whole rep
With the Coast-step
Got them bitches shook up
They just coming right to left
I'mma shine when it comes down to it
If it calls for
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
neither
I be wit my senorita
Sip tequila by the liter
2 lawn chairs and silk linen by the beaches
Fresh kiwi and strawberries for the season
Cheesin
Magic and Kareem *** showtime is back
True legends, two steppin' on you peasants
What y'all thought? y'all gon' need 'bout two vests'
'Cause when he
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
have seen them
As across the coast they filed
Standing firm between them
There lay Thunder Child
Moving swiftly through the waters
Cannons blazing
neither
I be wit my senorita
Sip tequila by the liter
2 lawn chairs and silk linen by the beaches
Fresh kiwi and strawberries for the season
Cheesin
and run, no one to blame
Just two sad people tryin' to make it through another day
And by the time we reach the coast
The spell will have worn off us both
It's not a day that goes by (ah)
That I don't wanna look in your eye (ah)
Girl you so fine, I might try (ah)
To fuck around and lick you dry (ah)
on you-you-you,
Make a sound, or two just like...
So sweet like honey, so funny,
But a hardbody on the outside, Mike, and Ike
It's hot outside, in a minute it's
things young people in love do
Parents tryna find out what we were up to
Saying, "Why were you creeping 'round late last night?"
Why did I see two
Get 'em
Living life on the east coast
Way back in the day tryna beat most
Anybody that wanna do what I do
Well, let me keep it a hunnid with
the diamonds, geechie dub shinin'
Ninety-seven sport drop Benz, gettin' mine
You can hate and catch the tip of the blade of my sawed A-K
It's West coast mafia
the road, I ain't stopping for non
Keep going up cause I know I'm the one
Coast to coast I'm putting on for the Bay
Put my phone down, I got calls to make
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