Dipping down the street, bumping that beat, all across the hard concrete
West Coast motherfucker, what you know about that?
We got the slaps in the right and the punks in the back
Dipping down the street, bumping that beat, all across the hard concrete
Where the gangsta's bang and the players play
That's how we do it on the West Coast every day
That's how we do it on the West Side, we do a die on my side
Yeah, that's how we fuckin' ride, hittin' switches, dipping down on these streets
Baking concrete and bumping that beat, yeah, you know you gettin' sweet
I'm on the West Coast, you know the best coast
Your fuckers overdose when I spit the most
I gotta get these fools toast, cause they ain't gettin' meat
I'm a real OG, as you see from that big bad SM boy
You know you acceptin' me, fuckers out here get destroyed
805, 805, 805, 805, 805, 805, 805, 805, 805
To the 503, I'ma do this *, here's my destiny
It ain't no rest in me, I'll leave your ass open just like sesame
I see you wanna test me, there ain't no way
Cause I'ma do my thing, on this West Coast, I bang and I slay
Dipping down the street, bumping that beat, all across the hard concrete
West Coast, motherfucker, what you know about that?
We got the slaps in the right and the punks in the back
Dipping down the street, bumping that beat, all across the hard concrete
Gangsters bangin', and the players play
That's how we do it on the West Coast every day
81 Buick, we go T-top, white gun
I'm hittin' switches, motherfucker, till I * somethin' up
I do this *, homeboy, cause I cruise all day
And with my head at the window, yellin', * la lay
Don't give a * who you are, where the * you from
I stay in and out of trouble, stay packin' my gun
I gotta stay low-key, cause the weight's in the trunk
And I ain't talkin' bout the speakers or the fuckin' setup
So hit the switch, motherfucker, cause I'm about to get up
Well, get the * out of my way, cause I'm about
to dunk
I'm hittin' threes, smokin' trees, black tees and black chucks
Gacky's hella crisp when I'm pickin' up sluts
Dipping down the street, bumping that beat, all across the hard concrete
West Coast, motherfucker, what you know about that?
We got the slaps in the right and the punks in the back
Dipping down the street, bumping that beat, all across the hard concrete
Gangsters bangin', and the players play
That's how we do it on the West Coast every day
All blasted up, I lift a tattoo live
West Coast, motherfucker, till I fuckin' up
Music just to stay alive
Just got off the plane in Portland live
Mr. Nasty, I'm the 805 realest
I got enough push in his fuckin' guinness
Hundred-spoke wind rollin' through the bias
501Gs in my fuckin' Chundi
All these bitches wanna see my dick bleed
81 Ringo bumpin' Eazy-E
Bitches yowlin' out, now's the next
In the West Coast, just doin' my thing
I'm that man at the shop, gettin' that ink slang
Dipping down the street, bumping that beat, all across the hard concrete
West Coast, motherfucker, whatcha know about that?
We got the slaps in the ride and the pumps in the back
Dipping down the street, bumping that beat, all across the hard concrete
Where the gangsters bangin' and the players play
That's how we do it on the West Coast every day
I break concrete every time I kick fits
Spit flames onapt always
Every time I kick heat, rip beats like a savage
Way above average
Stig
Full of fat knots, six shots on the side
Burning fiends on the spot
Locked down tight, on squat, take flight
All talk, never walk, only bark, no bite
Shine like chrome with a fresh ball dome
Magic man, Cardo, so rushed, one and by throne
Dippin' down the street, bumpin' that beat
All across the hard concrete
West Coast, motherfucker, what you know about that?
We got the slaps in the right and the pups in the back
Dippin' down the street, bumpin' that beat
All across the hard concrete
Where the gangsters bang and the players play
That's how we do it on the West Coast every day