Lyrics:
You can take my life and I don't give a fuck
'Cause I'm the trouble, most coming from the west coast
Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose
mop buckets, nigga
Put sixes rices and motherfuckin' eight soups in that shit
Mrs. Dash and Goya
I don't know what the fuck, I don't know what all
kicking back smoking indo
Rest in peace to my big bro I ain't have no OG everything I got
I got it on my own
You know how it go
West coast vibes
Everytime
the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds
the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds
you my nigga, shit, sixty-five
Sixty-five?
Yup, yeah
You don' charged me fifty the other day
It's some of that goddamn LA, some of that west coast
you my nigga, shit, sixty-five
Sixty-five?
Yup, yeah
You don' charged me fifty the other day
It's some of that goddamn LA, some of that west coast
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
champagne left, so let's toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West coast back
I'm on that get dough shit, that Frank War (???) pimpin that ho
till eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West Coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest
All that money we makin' don't
Born in Brooklyn, crib West Coast
MC's I toast, you that talk most
Trash, noise, can't throw, get with it
Comin' from the mouth of Henry G from
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
green guys and these guys she hit em wit a peace sign
Blocked his number three times I grew up on the Eastside
She grew up on the west coast
She grew up
up/Two Nines by my side/When I'm pulling up/Every body on the west side throw it up/ever body on the east side throw it up/throw it up throw it up I
the halls in the hood
To the halls of fame
I got that East coast flavor
And that West coast game
I jam with jackal and Jesse James
You gotta call me the king
to the west coast
Trees in the checked
Throw keys in the vest
Don't breathe in asbestos
Steam in the jet
Beat in my chest
I just needed to press
Dreaming
these niggas fuck for a buck
Damn I mis-chocked, you platinum plus but it still sucks
West-coast stuff without a khakis and a ??
But I ain't giving
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
Yeah, time to bring your ass to the table
Y’all it’s X to the Z, Xzibit, yeah
Yeah, Snoop double D, uh, OG
(Where you at? West Coast, Los Angeles)
Cali But I still call Florida home
First couple years up In Florida
They was throwing blows
At first they ain't really like I was from the West coast
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
thang, do that thang do It (My west coast niggas)
Do that thang like ain't nothing to It (Them up top niggas)
I'm ill with the microphone, I flow like
Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama
(Wassup to Big Mama Mia X)
all them playas out there
California (Mr. Serv On)
East Coast (Sonya C)
Mid West, Down South
where niggas at there's hoes leavin'
Big fish y'all fish food
You should bow in my presence pay tribute
From East to West Coast like big Snoop
It's all
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