W-Coast Groove Shit

[Verse 1]
Ridin, cruisin, hoes I'm choosin
If you mess with the cash then your ass gets bruises
Make no conclusions, the flow don't end
I treat a bitch like a pool, and I jump on in
Grip her hair from the back, as I'm puttin it in
A nigga trying to make a living off a pad and a pen
Im in it to win, till the story is thin
All I got is my brothers, I gives a fuck about friends
They all turned in once they see them in, or once they see that brand new Benz
Off my roof with my niggas gettin high as fuck
Its the raider klan bitch and he fuckin shit up
Call a nigga master shredder Im rippin it up
Fuck a nip and a tuck I need a suck and a fuck
Im looking for a bitch with a nice round butt
And a nigga won't quit tell till I'm livin it up

[Hook]
Ridin cruisin hoes im choosin
Leave your ass in the grass its that west coast groove shit
Ridin cruisin hoes im choosin
Leave your ass in the grass its that west coast groove shit
Ridin cruisin hoes im choosin
Leave your ass in the grass its that west coast groove shit
Ridin cruisin hoes im choosin
Leave your ass in the grass its that west coast groove shit