Lyrics:
There's been times when I flip like acrobats
Fuckin' coast to coast
Chickenheads to hoodrats
Tools to Gats, Lowriders to Ac's
Two years ago my shit was
Or even if you're from the West or East coast
I'd like to thank all of you, save the most
Don't diss each other by sayin' who's better
Just do it
and pimp ho's while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but
move
Like Luther Vandross, I'm fuckin' up the West Coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
One, two, three nut, from the D-R-E but
This is for
roll
And I will never be questioned
By some new young chump popping their tongue
Snoopy D made the way for you to walk
O in to The Almighty
to Asian and Caucasian sayin'...
[Chorus: x2]
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make
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
a trucker
let alone the skills I possess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I possess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two
traveling by our code, that north is true
Once upon a time these same bright stars did shine
Down the center line leading here
Nearly thirty years ago
Now
seconds
If I was cloned never would I be alone
Just the two of us motherfuck the Lexus
Strange fruit be hangin' in Texas
Rope be holdin the necks
(WOMAN)
ones zeroes and ones
scrolling across the ether
from your home to mine—
become two on a long road
under one opening sky
two moons floating
right by
In here - everything I need
Style - built for speed
Mother trucker runnin' low
Four wheels - overflow
Others passin' by
Still movin' down
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
the fast lane
The melody by Deadly, the Dopeman
Yeah yeah yeah, there you have it
It's like magic, it's so tragic
The West Coast, Hoo-Banging, Westside
Side by side
The smoke settled among the firelight
And from vine to vine the jungle fell that night
And from coast to coast
You wouldn't believe
wont fake to make you by my take
I say a prayer to my Lord just to keep my faith
Fuck straight.
[Chorus]
[Snoop: x2]
Will you steal for me? (Yes
Que rica La unica latina Que rica We be in punta cana We be in Mexico . We be in Puerto Rico NY east coast We be in LA City by the bay What's next is
I've traveled over the country wide a seekin' fortune fair
I've been down the two coast lines I've traveled everywhere
From Portland east
that no honest man can pay
So I drew out what I had from the central trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything dies, baby,
Pre>this is reported to be played with open tuning but what tuning
Exactly I don't know. I have created a simple version which
Gets me by. it
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand
coast gotta Feel Me West Coast gotta Feel Me gotta feel me
Verse 1
When I come around
We About To Get Down
Right now
Only beats by the pound
Getting
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
Wherever you go
I'll go there too
It never snows
Anymore
We're two of a kind
Yeah we get by
Just like a hawk
In a storm
When we wake up
When
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