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golden globe
Golden globe, golden globe
Status, keep it gold
Golden globe, golden globe
I made it, golden globe
Golden globe, status yeah
Golden globe,

Umhmm
Yeah
True African drums
So I made it here
So I made it here
I'm from Gold Coast, Fanteland
I'm from Gold Coast, Fanteland
So I made it here
So

Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gon' be feelin' this
East Coast nigga (uh) 
But how trill is this?
Still don't give

Lookin at You

The Game

Doctor's Advocate

2006

Guess who's back on the West coast tracks
It's the motherfucking messiah of gangsta rap
Still dip in the six-fo', still puffin on the same chronic
Haters

Stir Fry

Migos

Stir Fry

sound (trap)
Designer clothes (clothes), fashion shows (shows)
Trap, house (house), made of gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it)
No need

(Junior)
Bitch, I'm Prynce of Zamunda
You can't measure the wealth of a ruler (ruler)
Gold on my neck like a tuba (bling)
Coast ofr the coast of Aruba

tights
Hit the roof, have a nice cyph
Then look at the stars, wonder if we could get that high
Dream big, baby don't stop
Look at my wrist, no gold watch

out watch a mafucka go
I just wanna float smoke some mafuckin Oz
I just wanna flow down this mafuckin' coast
I just wanna row by my mafuckin' owns
I

California's my magic coast
I was wearing my Patek hoe
Bitches wanna be fashion hoes
I just wanna be magic gold
California's my magic coast
I was wearing my

rain, rain, rain came from Ramses reign
Gold rings, lil gold chains swang, change clothes and go, go
Why can't they go be more remote?
We go back

ending
But it's nowhere to start

No need to ask he's smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

Coast to coast
LA to Chicago
Western

At the gold coast, I walk between the lines
How'd I get here, I followed flashing signs
They're floating in my head, right there behind my eyes

Verse 1
Far far far away down down down
by the Atlantic coast we felt in love
While a wave hit the beach you smiled at me secretly after one week

West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

S.P.M.

Frost Presents Somethin' for the Riderz

2003

money multiplied
Down and dirty hooked up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
And we blow big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty

Don't wanna go home
But baby take it slow
My eyes are covered in gold
Gold, gold, gold
When I look at you
When I see you standing there
All i wanna

Down the old scrap yard 

Down the old scrap yard 



Stop Jack, don't look back 

Pick up the scrap from the old dirt track 

There's gold in them there

Black

Dave

Black

2019

findin' out that he's Egyptian
Black is people namin' your countries on what they trade most
Coast of Ivory, Gold Coast, and the Grain Coast
But most

Bought new cribs, yeah I bought 'em all across coasts
She swear she can't leave, guess we both got Stockholm's
Want new whips like I called in

on the coasting
I can’t count on the coast

Don’t tell me I’m your favorite hour
When you wont show me time or tell me how
how long until we love oh girl tell me

of
And when the sun comes up
She illuminates my love, my love, my love

You're golden
Like the coast of California
Where the oceans are so blue
you got my

Now and then
Now and then
What's hatnin'in
Uh
Yeah
If I gotta go, I'ma ghost, so I back it in
Floating coast to coast, for the toast, til I'm back

of someone that I envy so
If i set my room on fire in the east coast
Will you see my burning soul from the West Coast
And everyone will know I'm here
And see

Rock star nigga with some 5 star hands
Keep them bands up 
Spend it make it back
Cap city nigga with a west coast swag
This how I move, I'm an honest

Mastermind I can't sell my soul
Pulling strings like it's rock and roll
My name ringing on different Coasts
Bitch I'm cold so grab your coat
Stacking