It's your boy Khao, man

West Coast

We here

Let's go (Khao)

This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up

Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up

Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close

Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (ay, yo, Problem)

The home girls crackin' cards (cards) niggas flockin'

Mercedes-benz hittin' corners, these bitches watchin'

Dirty choppers, niggas yacked up, potted up

Best be official, tatted tears, bullet tissue

Wipe that right off, made a play for like a hundred-K

P Jay to the Bay and fucked it right off, yea (I'm out)

Black Osama

Chach-comptown Obama

Red Kool-Aid, niggas lockin' with they baby mamas

Yea, Problem, yea, that's me, champ (on God)

Tequila got me bent like knee-cap (Ice) no cap

Mixed with Dom Pérignon with that Cognac (uh-oh)

Fake shit, I'on't know that, yo' new bitch my throwback

(Nipsey) I'm in the Forbes, and I ain't relaxin'

I been to war as a famous rapper (hey)

I made mills, then I paid my taxes

Then I wifed up my favorite actress

And post pictures on vacation with a lengthy caption

Couple pies, they ain't came from Gladys

I'm surprised I escaped the madness

I grew up on under Tony, Cody, they respect, they was savage

Can't believe I carried Fatt's casket, look

I'm in my feelin's, but it ain't compassion

Six shots, but I ain't relaxin'

I got mouths to feed and they expect a sandwich

Some were down as I respect the balance

This shit real, but I accept the challenge

We shot it out in broad day, and never checked for cameras

And talk reckless on these phones just to check this cabbage

My slum burnt, it's forever scalin'

We all active, how I grew up

Caught slippin', it was never passion (ha-ha)

We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)

Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential

We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)

Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (Game, let's go)

I got murder on my mind

Hollow tips on my nine

Chronic smoke in my eyes, but I can bust it if I'm blind

Bitch, I'm on one, tatted up, my baby mama trippin'

Got me whippin' the Benz, dippin', my trigger finger itchin'

Got my drawstrings pulled tight, my Chucks on Suge Knight

My braids on O-Dog, the homie said it's on sight

So, pop goes the weasel, if I see you then your body drop

That mouth he couldn't keep closed, that's what got him shot

West side the set though, niggas is to the left lost

My strap and Bompton—two things I never let go

Tell twelve, "Fuck 'em," tell my mama I love her

She make the best potatoes and keep the fuckin' barrel smothered

I'm a killer, nigga (woo)

I'm a Steeler nigga

Black and gold to the pole, ring-ding-dong

Big King Kong

Knockin' out the teacher like I'm Cheech and Chong

As the beat goes on

Don't try and catch it, scratch, or match it

My homies layin' low under your mattress

Tactics of a Navy Seal, my baby real

She keep me up on it, you niggas don't want it

I been grippin' since the eighties, when the game was real shady

Never leave my house without my deuce five, that's my lady

She been with me a long time, 'bout—380

And I got that mothafuckin' nine milly, baby

Now, Felicia said, Keisha said, Alicia said

They all birds waitin' on a piece of bread (ha-ha)

We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)

Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential

We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)

Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (let's go)

This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up

Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up (hey)

Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close

Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (Mozzy, let's go)

High as funk, when you broke and niggas need a pistol

Your brother blasted outta state, and he ain't leave a pistol? (Huh?)

Feed it crystal, let it go and Run the G.F.e. (yeah)

My young life boost your door behind a PS3

Lemon juice inside the recipe, the fiends love it

We needed onions, they only funded us double ups (hey)

We was up and comin', the tweakers ain't never come to us

Three for twenty-five is the only reason they fuck with us (woo ooh)

Blue Mercedes, the gator, and now we down to run (hey)

Never take a trip with a Demon, they never gun enough (hey)

Never been the type, But the homie never had to bump me up (hey)

I love you if you dropped on the bail when the fifth cuffed me up (yeah)

Look (let's go)

West side gangsta, young rich gang banger

Got arrested, bailed out before I hit the station

(Hey) back to the spot, we wade deep on the block

We gon' fight and shoot, whether it's even or not

I'm just a Broadway baby, young Broadway gangsta

It's a drought on the real, so ain't no enemies hatin' (hey)

Truce fleece blanket, Crip blue bangin'

Quarter million-dollar car, still around the hood hangin'

Still pullin' up on haters, you don't like it then come fade me

Ballin' gettin' paper (hey) goin' crazy (oh)

See me in traffic, got that shit I be rappin'

I ain't under no pressure, that's why these niggas mad at it, it's G

This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up

West up, West up, West up, West up (let the Kessler speak, man)

(E-40)

Dirty deeds, cleanin' my pistol and eatin' sunflower seeds

Hella keys like a custodian, or should I say janitor (janitor)

I'm a expert at gettin' money, ho, I ain't an amateur (amateur)

Your bitch keep callin' my phone, she want me to manage her (manage her)

I told her to leave me alone, I'm off this bottle (bottle)

Not only that, but I heard she got blue waffle (blue waffle)

I wouldn't fuck that ho with your dick, fool

I'm a fixture, a factor, a ball-oholic

Whatever I want I bought it

You name it I got it

Turn it and flip in my pockets, they're talkin' the town mob

Ridin' around with a frown with my goblins

(Hold up, before we end this off)

(We gotta take it back to where it all started)

(The OG, Ice-T)

(What the fuck?) Don't ask, gray beard's black mass

Crack that safe fast, pistol-whip your bitch ass

OG, old nigga, 40 cal., Hair trigger

Fed more fuckin' fans than FEMA, diss me and I'll come to see ya

Just because you're still alive, slipped and thought the beef died

The big homie sent a gite, green light's on for life

Still on my bullshit, Black Ghost full of Crips

Want some, get some, pop off, get done

(Brra) a hundred round drum on a handgun

Pushed the line, get tacked, shots call from super max

Now you got the drama, what you gonna do?

I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to

This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up

Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up

Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close

Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast

(You're welcome)