Lyrics:
Fuck the beat up so bad won't nobody get up on it, I
Flow sick, nigga how sick, sea sick
Got your hand out, don't look at me bitch
You lookin' at who
“Oh my god this is literally the song I was telling you about the other day.. I love this song! It's a West Coast Thing a West Coast Thing.. You
east or in west
Here we go we are the first
We are the number one in the world
In my memory
I always will see
How the years
And dreams have gone by
gon' be right[02:33.98]We gon' be right[02:35.44]And the west side villains gon' be free right[02:37.97]Latjor got killed he won't see
might give you a lil Leeway but you know what fuck that
I'm not but difference is between me and him
He give you new niggas a chance I won't
But fuck that
Resuorces aquired
We're so clever but not that clever
When the west won
I was so very taken
By the world they saw
That I found myself shaken
Crossed to catch
the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be brothers
the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be brothers
still sunny on the west side
Nigga tryna get paid
And get by
Nigga fuck the life
Nigga struggling for rights
He trying to do rights
Before he bury him
underwater
And if I drown I won't be saved by the moon
Why did I do this to myself
I know now that there was no bad guy, the fault was just my own
And now I
From New York
Made by the less fortunate
To West Yorks
No-one knows where Yorkshire is
From New York
Still feel I was born for it
To West Yorks
No less
Oh yeah, nigga? I bet you Payne won't be laughing after 5-0 get a hold of this motherfuckin' tape
Bet that shit, nigga
But look, man, if this was
blasphemy
He keep talking outta his neck we can already tell by his energy
Why my mind keep saying my beef might not be with human enemies?
And no rat won
even lie
I still get, get
All mesmerized
By the sandy beach
And the clear blue skies
And just how hard
My city ride
(Come on let's slide)
Cruisin' up
Fuck the beat up so bad won't nobody get up on it, I
Flow sick, nigga how sick, sea sick
Got your hand out, don't look at me bitch
You lookin' at who
Fuck the beat up so bad won't nobody get up on it, I
Flow sick, nigga how sick, sea sick
Got your hand out, don't look at me bitch
You lookin' at who
And you’re going to get paid for it
Now that's an extreme example
But it is just showing how
Like the person who got
Lucky but find the treasure chest
That was
Tortured nurtured comfort from loved ones
But couldn't mention to anyone
How depressed his life was
Come on rap along(Along)
Quit the talk(Talk)
Fuck(fuck)
ain't nothing new on the Best Side
West Side 'til we die
Saying 'til we die
Down by the bay
The end of May, woah
We never changed, we're never getting old
need me
You need me to save you
The devil can't get you
Hush hush child
Hes coming
The devil won't get you
Ive battled depression, I'm back with
blow me up
You would think I was living in Iraq (Brrrt)
Now can you memorize that
Get a pen and a paper or maybe get an iPad
(yee) i can't pretend that
No I won't stop till the pacific ocean stops me
No I won't stop till the ocean stops me
Headed for the west coast no ones gonna stop me no ones gonna
Coast love
After school, hooking up in your drop top
West Coast love
Shooting fireworks in the sky
Oh, how the time goes by
Boy how you never left my
please I was done comparin'
Baby I need your name
'Cause I won't be home without you dear
Baby it's cold in here
You just know you can complete me
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