Yeah, I know a lot's been saidYou know, and a lot gotta be taken noteWhen you're expressing your mindAnd for years, I've been expressing my mindAnd to this day, I still have no writer's blockStill no writer's blockIncident's west coast, still banging with the writer's heartStill no writer's blockStill, still, still no writer's blockIncident's west coast, still banging with the writer's heartNow make it hopLet me see it dropI stopHit the switch againStopNow hit that pitch againStill no writer's blockIncident's west coast, still banging with the writer's heartOff over the island in a K5 ChevyHe's road ragingY'all, please let meGet a shot at himDrive by, duck downAin't he that studio gangster?Not nowCan't you see he's demented?His ways are cementedAnd when he growls, it sound like he meant itHis eyes roll backHe referred to himself as Uncle JackPulled a sword and screamedKilled the sleeve stacksBeneath that, he had a hatchet with a nicheA spasher with a fishHot sauce and real crispTake a bite of it while the op groovesSchool's still inEven when you top twoI apologize if you top oneYou ain't even startingThat's dumbGotta get it while you livingBetter twist your pivotCause I see you ain't getting far with that pimpin'Still no writer's blockIncident's west coast, still banging with the writer's heartStill no writer's blockStillStillStill no writer's blockIncident's west coast, still banging with the writer's heartNow make it hopLet me see it dropI stopHit the switch againStopNow hit that pitch againStill no writer's blockIncident's west coast, still banging with the writer's heartChoke up on the bat, then swing to the middle laneStill no writer's block, remember the nameIncidents, occurrences, happenings are never the sameThe game can be tamedChange the range or claim to be not from the place he cameTo escape from the solitary hole he reignedBig moves, ain't talkin' about a chick with big boobsTryna make a little money off them window shopping dudesAin't takin' my cell phone, I'm out of hereI'm out to give you a hell of a fightOr puttin' myself in a moodThat I don't want me inOr like I'm in a prison roomEvery day tryin' to break outIf you loseThat night stick take you outIf you loseThen you might not make it outOr beat they boot in a jail cell makin' outStill no riders blocked, incidents west coastStill bangin' with the riders hopStill no riders blockedStill, still, still no riders blockedIncidents west coast, still bangin' with the riders hopNow make it hopLet me see it dropI stopHit the switch again, stopNow hit that pitch again, still no riders blockedIncidents west coast, still bangin' with the riders hop