West West

Yeah Yeah
West  West
Got  Kaboo, Shadee Doe‚ Iceberg
And BG Knocc Out
Another Faded production

West  west
I’m  a south a mole represent
I’m going hard in the pen
West  coast thugsta
Doing what you lames can’t
Underground rap boss
And niggas can't fuck with me
I’m  so papered up
Gotta stay sucka free

Time to take over the gang
My hustle is notorious
Most niggas leaving
When spit closed
Living life luxurious

Pocket full of C notes
But i ain't making it rain
And everywhere i go
All these bitches know my name

I’m loyal to the game
Picked up where Tupac left off
California boss
Nigga you just too soft
Break mines off
I ain’t trying to get no softer

Bitch that baby ain’t mine
We can go ask Maury
All about the dough
And I’m gonna stay winning
Puffing on these cush
While these 24’s spinning
Missed me with that bush
And I ain’t worried about you all

I hustle hard gotta get it
Cause it’s time to ball

It’s the California life that we live
The west coast got it popping again
It’s four fingers up two twisted in the middle
It’s four fingers up two twisted in the middle

Shady gotta be strong
To put the west on his back
And kept it Cali
Through the game
And serve the west on its back

The hardest rapper in the game
Is selling dope out in traffic
On the streets of the west coast
Blowing throw in the back
Shady style not for free
So nigga fuck you pay me

Shadow breaking up bones
Just like flection crazy
Changes so west coast
Like Ice Cube and Dub-C
And I”m so read back
I’d rather chubbs and brace

Theres only one king of Cali
And his name is shady
And these gang bang reference
Never cease to amaze me
I got 32 rounds in the clip
With a KB

Or we can catch a fair one
Come to the park and fade me
You rappers wanna pay rough
Well thats ok
Grenade launcher attacks
To a semi auto west gauge
No need to push the blinds
Shady know what’s a rapper
But you niggas chose to act hard
Now you acting respectable

It’s the California life that we live
The west coast got it popping again
It’s four fingers up two twisted in the middle
It’s four fingers up two twisted in the middle
Shady gotta bitch call him
Eep the west on his back

Its two middle mine
Up in the streets I carry 29s
I’m from the city with true thugs
Where we death till we die
We all about the sauce
And whimsy
Tossing dick
My biddies take it up the ass
Topper bitches
Jockey looking bad at my show
Front row
With a pact
That’s a bomb ass
Motherfucking hood rats
I got a sack
To that purple that kick back
Rass cash and asses
What I’m all about
Jack
I live for the funk
I die for the funk
I walk with the funk
I talk with the funk

Disrespect and get thumped on
G’d up and get ducked on
By some of the realest Gs
In the battle
They’ll put you in the trunk
With no fingertips and no teeth
We gonna Nickie Santour
Put it in the smash

For Salmon Rushdie
A big casino
Six foot one Latino
I”m a chit chat mafioso
Chicano Bambino

It’s the California life that we live
The west coast got it popping again
It’s four fingers up two twisted in the middle
It’s four fingers up two twisted in the middle
Shady gotta bitch call him
Eep the west on his back

From the land of Big Tookie
I”m west coast like all stars
Throw the whole swag
And y’all thinking that
Y’all hard

So ridiculous
How in one vain
That you say
Our shit is wack
But all you all do is mimic us
A bunch of bitch made
Hoe cake sack riders
See us all cool
And now you around
You back biters

But we on fire
Like lit propane
Ignite us
And all you see is blue
And red flames
Nothing but soldiers
Warriors and gladiators
Diss the west
And that’s the perfect way to aggravate us
And we let our guns
Bust if you agitate us
We kill snitches
But we mostly known
For clapping haters
We’re trend setters‚ pioneers‚ originators
Spoke a word
Now the whole world
Imitate us

The same niggas that have
50 in the club
I’m gonna break your neck
You disrespect the thugs

It’s the California life that we live
The west coast got it popping again
It’s four fingers up two twisted in the middle
It’s four fingers up two twisted in the middle