You know what West Coast n-ggas is gon’ tell me? This is too West Coast
[Chorus (x2)] Doin’ my own (own) thang (thang) And if you got a problem wit’ that Then the nina go bang (bang) bang (bang) And I be everywhere on the map but I rep that West (x8)
[Verse 1] Don’t you know that I rep that Why you got to let that boy in the buildin’ Don’t you know that he about to kill ‘em Don’t you know that he about to hurt y’all feelins Can’t find (?) might as well play the villain Imma get him, why? Cuz I can’t baby sit him Imma whip him, treat him like bad ass children Is it evil, y’all better call them people How I get down, just ain’t legal Money long, sorta like Louis Vuitton I run this shit right here, call me marathon (Boom) I blow like a cherry bomb You a small donation bitch, I’m a telethon West Coast million, what is he really on Is it that sh-t that n-ggas go silly on? Hell no, the pyroclastic flow is evident (West Side) And y’all know what I represent
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] I rep that dub, I rep that S, I’m a monster West side, Lochness, I’m a problem Matter fact, I’m a mess, Los Angeles, so scandalous South Central, home of so much potential But if you go there the warfare is mental Bring your wheelchair you probably gon’ need it lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com Leave this motherf-cker a paraplegic N-ggas around the world that think they wanna bang Don’t get your ass caught up like Lil Wayne I’m too West Coast for the West Coast Too Fresnos (??) Too (??) and burritos I’m down with Angelinos Go downtown and give a bum a C-note This my town, I run it, you walk it You just now learnin’ the game, I taught it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] (?) you got a problem with this Let me know so I can add your f-ckin’ name on my list All you West Coast DJs check your wrists If you skiddad the big fish to your playlist Now, enemies of this industry, I’m a Hall of famer, treated like a stranger F-ck that, another West Coast banger Who gives a f-ck if they play it in Virginia Imma play it on (Danker?) Imma play it (??) All of (??) will make your head turn Motherf-ckers wanna take our style And run that sh-t 3000 miles Then, rub your sh-t all in our face This war show all at our place, damn Can a n-gga get a lil ol’ taste Of some of that shine, it look like mine
[Chours (x2)]
Y’all know what it is Is this too West Coast for you motherf-ckers? So what, sanctioned by the OG’s of America The Grand Wizard is a certified G That mean genius, bitch [End]
Props: Edward N for the lyrics. Appreciate it dude.
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