Yeah, West Coast, hell of fire babyI keep it * from my head to my fleetPass it like the 72's on the FleetwoodBlowing smoke at the moon, yeah like they shouldCalifornia state of mind, boy, yeah from the hoodThat's that West Coast *, fool, wish you couldMake them beats knock, make the streets popMove back, somebody else make the freaksJock, shock to drone, after hours make them squeeze cockIf we running out of bounds, then we squeeze blocksHoller points, travel fast to them street blocksI hear the ambulance coming fastNine shots out of ten, boy, that's your assCause we hogs be a little sickHell of fire be the click not to be reckoned with250 plus, boy, that's the averageEvery single one of us a motherfucking savageBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomIt's that gangster boogieIt's that * that makes a gangster boogieBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomCrease man with the elbows upAnd the Hennessy in the cupBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomIt's that gangster boogieIt's that * that makes a gangster boogieBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomThey call us hogs cause we hogs in the gameThat's how we got the name of gangster gangstaThat's what they be yellingAnd you gon' catch a slug up in your meleeThere ain't no telling what's gonna happen nextWhen you're * around with AOT, this ain't in sevenWe some * felonsWe got the Hennessy crack, the crack in the backpackBeans in line like potheads at a snackMoney in the knapsack, bitches at the mo' teaI'm a bald head of cool with a gold teeAnd your *, your * old and moldyMy * fresh, creased down with a floatyThis new school sound really seems legitBut why the * did Lil Wayne try to sing some *?* that pussy * kissing on a hiner's assThis is straight gangster, tell me where my bitches atGet you through that gangster boogieThat * that makes a gangster boogieHellified, we make them gangsters boogieBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomIt's that gangster boogieIt's that * that makes a gangster boogieBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomCreased down with the nail bows upAnd the Hennessy in the cupBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomIt's that gangster boogieIt's that * that makes a gangster boogieBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomThey call us hogs cause we hogs in the gameThat's how we got the nameFrom the home of the gangsters, criminals and drug dealersLunatics, hood rats, and the cat pillersReal killers, real big heaters501 jeans, diehards, and a motherfucking wife beaterSlightly leaning on the 63-quarterPound raised in these streetsNothing I can't handleBeen talked by and street smartTo live and die in L.A. after darkHad a broke kush and blow smokeCount money, chop keys, it's no jokeStand on my own, keep my life afloatI support the gang with no voteAlcohol abuse, a mind of a lunaticThere's 16 ways to die, only if you tripI'm a hog in the game, cause I'm hogging the gameWe have arrived and nothing will be the sameBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomIt's that gangster boogieIt's that * that makes a gangster boogieBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomCreep spin with the male hoes upIn the Hennessy, in the cupBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomIt's that gangster boogieIt's that * that makes a gangster boogieBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomThey call us hogsCause we hogs in the gameThat's how we got the nameBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom-boomIt's that gangster boogieIt's that * that makes a gangster boogieBoom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boomCreep spin with the male boes upIn the HennessyIn the Hennessythe cup he's that gangster boogie he's that * that makes a gangster boogiethey call us hogs because we hogs in the game that's how we got the name