no disrespect to you east coast
the west coast we got heat too
we gon' keep it real g'd up
if i don't make it rappin it's back to jackin
back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets
jazz got a lot i ain't had
that my common sense intensify
six in de mornin you know they kyan't find no mo-ney
get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly
it was because i load 'n buck gyal you know she a scared for me
because the tussle an' the hustle an' it rough and to be me
fire i let it fly and toss
i'm a boss molotovs get tossed
what the fuck's the deal? and uh
or you want the real? and uh
sixty-four chevy's all on d's
overdosin to west coast mc's
and you be thinkin you got me but you ain't got a thang
niggaz claimin they bangin but they don't really bang
since i opposition position switch the game
pistols whistle while missiles'll chip a niggaz frame
88 candy-painted cadillac dropper
infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers
i'ma keep it gangster y'all
keep a lot of dope and coke
this street shit is serious
my niggaz leave you bleedin like bitches on they periods
bring your best artists-es
please let's roll these suckers