I can't believe you niggas.
You can't be serious
You really thought since pop died the West Coast fell to * off,
huh?
You thought since Dre ain't made a album we
flop * that * nigga rap a lot for life
Nigga, yuck mouth nigga West Coast Don nigga.
What's with it punk?
It's done to a boss nigga
We've been riding on dubs that spin nigga.
We've been popping bottles niggas since pop was alive nigga
The West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks
I'm from the West Coast.
I never ever quit ball
I'm like the Birdman platinum grill big cross and
I'm trying to sell a few meal like Chris cross
I'm old Takaki tell the chicken get lost
this the boss and get your lips ripped off
I'll let clips off your whole clicks off what you know
about a hundred on the wrist watch 20 on your chick watch
I'm Jujitsu flip-flop and I bang in the club like Rick rock.
Yep. Show you how to rock that real dog hip-hop
They brought low lows yuck mouth flip drops
off the floor every year with the whip hot
Menage a trois all year with your chick job
with 10 carrots in my ear like a big shot
Godzilla get the scrilla like Chris rock and
I'ma bring the West back when my *'s drop
It's nothing to a boss so much ice and nigga fro
Custom rides with three one old until I die this West Coast
If you gonna do it do it right I'm in the blue and white rally
stripe bike leaving penis with a crew of Dykes Tuesday night
I got my game together.
I'm dangerous fella
My rims been like playing propellers
and I'm down with Prince James forever
Trap a lot for Leah yuck mouth star face and teeter and y
'all know yuck is off the meter for all you non-believers
I spark the heater.
I'm what you call a block leader.
Why are you here?
I rode through your radio station with Gary Payton
in the franchise black outside on cherry days
I rock the new blue bird berry make every nation feel
the thug Bob race and oh my cars talk back like Michael
I got a hundred on the Roy Jones and Tyson fight
you wanna roll with a baller was the nice tonight
I'm rock ice cuz the price is right
step it up pay the jill around on 24
with many millions in a bowl
everything
It's nothing to a boss so much ice and
nigga fro custom rides with three one old
until I die this West Coast
Everyday I'm popping a bottle and popping a tag 40 G's in
the Gucci bag and popping the jack 200 G's in the Louis bag
I'm popping a pack with the dragon shape fool in the back what
you know about that what you know about chronic and hypnotic
copy Lamborghini from 310 and symbolic
drop stretch hummus 24-inch rims on
the otter skin interior with the suede
trim on it wait I came in a game with
mobster tails I hit mr.
chow so Mills crack lobster tails at the mall with a
model who only by Chanel you wish I
fail but I prevail yuck live the sale I
brought the wheels of fortune like Pat
Sajak in a black Maybach I'm trying to
bring the bay back in the ace throwback
in the ace hat yuck a beast and bleach
can't fade that what around on 24 with
many millions in a bowl everything
it's nothing to a boss so much ice and
nigga fro custom rides with three one old
until I die this West Coast it's nothing big to a boss