West Coast, that's what we're about to talk about, you know what I mean? I don't think y'all really understand what's cracking right now. It's a new breed. We're going into this new millennium, you know what I'm saying? That's how we do it. Let's talk about California. If you ever came to visit, wonder why you didn't stay. They got wide open spaces like them Dixie chicks. Enough soldiers in the hood to really start something. It's where the sun always sets and the beauty never ceases. There's a war going on, but it's more with the police. It's where the pace is slow, it's something like in the South. But now the town is trying to rush, they just running their mouth. I love the hot days and the old school cars. White tees and baggy jeans and barbecues in the park. If you ain't dressed here, you would never understand. Best believe that I am. I put up billboards, butt naked from the waist up. With your hands over each breast, throwing the West up in them. Underneath the caps you would say, Don't you wish you was here on the West Coast? Cause everywhere I go and everything I see Makes me believe there's nothing like the West Coast. West Coast. And everything I do, the way I move Is just because I'm from the West Coast. West Coast. Out West, we ride Stangs and Cuts, Cougs and Regals. Six poles and Cadillac trucks and we still sportin' gas. That's how we do it out West, Red or Blue Ragnos. We're brothers, we still goin' federal. You better know we pop collars and chop game When Mary Jane is the color of incredible oak. Summertime we top drop, fresh out the chop shop. It's out of control, straight ballin', baggy shorts, no socks. Ownin' the block, cell phones roamin' a lot. We could bowl in the yacht, I'm talkin' bout the home of the rock. Rockin' the sporty fit, we bumpin' 40 and a click. Too short, Dr. Dre or some George Clinton. Don't get it twisted, cause you can even ask Mystic. And L.A. got the bitches, Trix, Max, Hustlers, Snitches. Heraculous drug dealers and thug niggas where we at? And everywhere we go and everything we've seen Makes us believe there's nothing like the West Coast. West Coast. And everything we do, the way we move Is just because we're from the West Coast. West Coast. It ain't nothin' like the C.A. Sunshine women waterin' sand trees in the West Coast relays. Straight from the North with paper chasin' his art. Where they blast with cash and walk like it's true and livin' gangstas. Thanks to OGs, the game is so fluid. Gotta swag in the step like only we can do it. True it, ain't no other golden state you can't relate. We heavy weights who demonstrate. Best be a soldier in the land of homicides and murder. Liquor store robberies and fads, learners and corrupt cops. On a mission to bust off shots, blew a flamed up. You might just catch a hot one at the bus stop. Yo Asia baby, we set the record straight. From thugs to fallen angels we elevate. And I know one day my soul will go to rest. Just put my ashes in the dirt in the West. Cause everywhere I go and everything I've seen Makes me believe there's nothing like the West Coast. West Coast. And everything I do, the way I move Is just because I'm from the West Coast. West Coast. See everywhere we go and everything we've seen Makes us believe there's nothing like the West Coast. West Coast. And everything we do, the way we move Is just because we're from the West Coast. West Coast. You know what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah. West Coast. Light green. West Coast. Go to schools. Pop your collar. We don't sport curls no more. We don't sport curls no more. West Coast. Yo, spontaneous. Spread the music. West Coast. West Coast. West Coast. West Coast. Biatch! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. In life, what is, que le es, is what will be. Que le es lo que sera. All you got is your people. Vos gens. Yourself. Vous. And your family. Vos familles. Love. L'amour. Loss. La perte. Struggle. La lutte. Laughter. La lucha. La joie. The joy. La joie. La joie. La joie. La joie. Joie. La joie. La joie. Joie. Joie. Joie. La joi est la vie telle est la vie telle est la vie telle est la vie telle est la vie telle est la vie... La joie. Joie. Joie. Joie. Joie. Joie. Joie. Joie. Joie. La joie. La joie. La joie. La joie. La joie. La joie. La joie.