Lyrics:
wicked wicked west coast
A young muthafucka always down to do the most
Chillen with the homies from the land of the brave
And me I'm coming at you from
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice cube]
It's the dog breathin' through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster s***
Don
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
Anything Goes
Hook:
Yea yea
Said anything goes
Baby anything goes
I can fly you out
Girl somewhere by the coast
Meet me on the west side
Hit up
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
on down to the nitty grit
Don't have time for the petty shit
'Cause I got mo' dick, than a lil' bit
And time flies, when I'm havin' fun
I can make
an answer
It don't take long to man up
He gonna get known for answering
Lil she know it don’t add up
West as the crows go
Beast from the East coast
It’s all G
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
Deee]
Gangster gangster tell me how you do it
It seems so simple like there was nothing to it
Ripping, sipping, dipping on the fluid
West Coast nigga,
ya doin' lil bow wow (uh-huh)
Ya had a date.
Ya did that. Now I want you to go world wide with it.
East coast, west coast, mid-west, and down bound.
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
naughties born
Thirty nine points
Straight through
No three in ten
Must be just like I felt
Back there and then
On that hill on the west coast
When I went
I stayed on the West Coast
And I'm the queen with the most
I fuck with the East Coast niggas
(Hey baby, hey baby I'm from the East Coast
I recognize
south to the east coast
West coat
We still live by the g code
Got the South, Got the East,
Got the West with me
So I suggest you better not mess with me
'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr
West Coast
My home yeah
Spending all this money all alone yeah
Lil mama got some ass, where you going yeah
She always let me hit it when she chillin
don't like rubbers
She don't know that I know she be fuckin' my brother
Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah
West Coast, smokin' on Gushers,
down roads, and buy everything sold
Wasnt New York enough,
ain't West Coast enough
Yo
clbum barely gold,
guess I ain't try enough
Video wasn't fly
negus stay getting it in
All my negus stay jumpin
All my negus stay west coast bumpin
Uh,All my negus
All my negus
All my negus stay getting it in
Aye I
nothing but a gangster party
Power Verse
For the love of my culture
The gangstas
we live by the code
For my real ones stuck in the ghetto
In west coast
in
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