Central Coast, Cali, full of players and bitches.

Chevrolet drop tops, Impala's hitting those switches.

So many fine ladies, my city just don't stop.

A lot of them honeys running around with them small tank tops.

weather's nice and hot, perfect ocean breeze, passing up the palm trees, spinning them triple goatees, California's the

place to be no doubt in my mind the central coast is the place where we kick back in the wine it's like every time

We drop some gangster shit.

Motherfuckers fall in love with it

Strictly represent.

The SMB to the fullest.

Triple C is the key.

The biggest reason why we do this.

The smoothest.

Click to ever touch your microphone.

West Coast is the best coast.

There's no place like home.

Tell it like it is.

Fuck all the rumors that you hear.

Ain't it?

Cause we go through this bullshit every year What's it gonna take?

For all you haters to accept the fact CLS is in control from front to back

Just like a Cadillac.

We sitting comfortable.

Now, can you handle that?

Or is your ass going to choke?

Can't nobody duplicate the spirit of the West Coast sound.

Now I can boast and talk shit because we all get down.

Now come and test me.

The D-O-M-I-N-A-T-O-R.

I'm dropping bitches and flipping you motherfuckers off.

I got the mentality of a soldier.

Watch your back.

I gives a fuck about the bitch your mama or your dad.

The triple C is busting out every second, every minute, and every hour.

Dropping hits, I got the power, bitch.

Like hitting switches on my motherfucking Malibu.

Like Dominator rising up and coming after you.

Now what you gonna do?

And what you gonna say?

If I were you, I'd stay the hell out my fucking way.

I'm dropping bombs and taking motherfuckers by the pack Now picture that, ripping you off and adding to my stack My riches, the bitches, the women, I'm in them I break down my flow because I'm in it to win them

I'm pimpin', never sippin', never brown nosin'.

These bitches come around buyin' me clothes and other things I like to have and other things I like to do.

It's really very simple.

All I do is take them from you.

Got my mind on my money and my money on the triple C. D-O-G's, X3's from the CC.

Recognize game when it's in your face.

The smooth side be the place.

The Mexicano race.

Barraza, mi vida, cause a puto I don't need a...

Broke asshole, a five minute skeezer.

I got my yes guy, that's all this homie knows.

Sing a little glow, and rock a couple shows.

west coast and the fullest pushing major weight no time to hesitate cause we came to dominate straight dip in and tossing up crews represent with the blues and so enough avenues in a real way

Tell me, can you feel me?

Times are getting crazy, but you still can't face me.

And lately, I've been checking players hate you.

My nation, my crew.

I play your invasion when we bust through.

There ain't no room for fools.

Just a crew to the game.

Down for the old school.

Central Coast Kika.

Remember the name.

Represent in the fullest.

Always fuck up the game.

Motherfuckers will never understand I'm trying to come up legit and be a strong man But player haters on the street love to run their mouth and act a

punk so when we roll up beside you you better know what's up don't give a fuck if you're bigger

I just hope you're quicker than this bullet I'm about to deliver.

Go under, pull the trigger.

I'd rather get him up and throw some blows.

Drop a quick combination and wreck that fucking nose.

Always staying on my toes, cause it's so hard to trust.

You scantless bitches in the industry, fucking with us.

It's only obvious that we come back ready to roll.

In it to win it and get it under full control.

A professional, one and only microphone lyricist.

You try to get at me, but it's impossible.

It's time to get it done.

Don't you?

Greek.