Lyrics:
Well, she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old, ah, ah, ah
Well, she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old, ah, ah, ah
I don't mean
Well, she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old, ah, ah, ah
Well, she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old, ah, ah, ah
I don't mean
did a lick well
I'm in a thick cell
Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails
And when I hear Westside Connection
I get the fuckin erection
Chorus, W.C.:
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
Well, she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old, ah, ah, ah
Well, she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old, ah, ah, ah
I don't mean
never gets old
Most girls is diggers who ain't goin' never hit gold
I get under the sun when the weather get cold
8 ball five when the seven gets old
del barrio
Para mí gente del barrio
Representando todavía
Y para los que no creía
See me rock It coast To coast now your
Running right Back
on switches,
Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches
Niggaz out that swamp, should I say new orleans?
Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed
I hit the coast wit money and sex on my mind
Keep on going like aderol
I give a fuck if the pussy is mine
She gettin no mention no at at all
Ain't
For the gold she dig it but ice my wrist my wrist cant catch no feeling
Zoes from the over coast
Pulling up in headless royce drop top no ceiling
Got
mind
I've been dreaming about a house on the coast
I've been dreaming about the silver and gold
And no matter how far I go
It's on my mind on my mind
I
Stack paper like Legos
She don't need no labels
She came from the West Coast
And her heart is pure gold
Get wiser, get lonelier
I'ma just devour her
We
Cutties checking out the cars that we roll
Black candy with the rims with the booms and the gold
Here comes the pigs, turn it down they're getting nearer
power ring will work on anyone.
I just want to leave coast city and I'll quit the Green Lantern Corps.
cnyone but you.
We won't have to worry about
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 importantly
Reminiscing on when we used to smoke chronic
Now we puffing the kush and I'm like
(Thank you doctor)
For giving the West Coast CPR
Now here we are,
blah
Catch it son
Motherfuckers know directly where I'm from
I'm dead serious from Long Island
Represent the East Coast
Nigga you get burnt like toast
nigga
The wigga
Connection flex from Ingle Watts to Texas
Ridin' coast to coast heated in a Lexus
Out the gutter, born to smuggle
K ball sag so much you
(Thank you doctor)
Reminiscing on when we used to smoke chronic
Now we puffing the kush and I'm like
(Thank you doctor)
For giving the West Coast CPR
Hot summer nights city in lights
Everyone makin', takin', fakin'
'Til the coast is clear
She's not always right
She'll make you feel alone
Drivin'
me a part to play
Grant me another day
The surf and the sky and the Sunshine Coast of gold
Floating on a long board, life on hold
I never know
Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger
It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin
And niggas say we bangin 'cause our colors be
on switches,
Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches
Niggaz out that swamp, should I say new orleans?
Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed
Out on a mission can't be ghosting now
Out on a mission gotta own this Gold
Time moving fast we can't be wasting no
Out on a mission can't be
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