Lyrics:
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
worth it i'm working
Who turn the gamers into gangsters?
I remember feeling danger
Now I'm feeling more discouraged
Don't feel that way, I feel your pain
this money
I'm about to fresh to death my bitches
This the West Coast trap game
Hit 'em on the crack cane
Spendin' young money and shit
Call me Mack
Coast, West Coast
YEAH
*some shout outs*
You see, Im grown up now.
I got new thoughts,
new parkin lot, pennies in a shoe box,
I got bank accounts,
things
Phoenix) Can you believe this tweeds make me a genius it wasn’t nothing but chiefs thugs and knuckleheads where I stay raised in that Killa Cali West Coast
That's my brother Mr. Kane
Mr. Abel
10 g's on the table
Bringin hoes ass niggas to they knees
To the coffin from the cradle
Lick the salt when I
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin'
retreat,
When I blast pair of ??? an a mini 14 when I smash.
(Chorus)
None of y'all niggaz can't fade this,
West coast niggaz is the craziest,
We
all my homies, kickin with the West Coast soldiers
Reppin for my homies, deep in the streets we stayin up
[Mr. Capone-E]
My homies, they're my young
kick em to the coast lines (true)
I'm a West Side nigga, we don't show signs (no)
You got some fake friends, they just toe lines (yeah)
Text, I reply,
Make it nasty make it nasty
Lemme see that mf from behind
I'm just trynaa beat that mf yea I'm eyein
I like the way it jiggle told lil baby she a dime
Became the most valuable, after I dropped Volume 2
On the West Coast at least, now for the West Coast I speak
'Cause on a level four with Gilbon is where
I need a bad bitch I'm addicted
And I don't know who to pick
I got a bad bitch in the west coast
And she tryna shoot a flick
I got a shorty in New
[The Game]
Niggas don't really want it, just talkin' out the side of they neck
How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death
That's why I
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
I can never let go let go
I can never
Let let let let's go
I can never let go let go yeah
OK
Snt Jimmy bout to take over the west coast
We out here
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket, loc
'Cause Doggy Dogg is all about the Zig-Zag smoke
See it's a West Coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get
the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket, loc
'Cause Doggy Dogg is all about the Zig-Zag smoke
See it's a West Coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get
No stress on a chip stackin' conquest
No stress with this full court press
Left coast sucka duckin', passin' tests
No stress u can tell by the way I
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