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See im a real G head to toe
The whole West Coast to let you
Got a floor that seeks
Never will i California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, gold degons
hustlers hustle gangsters
whatch fo you wear and watch for u hangin
for you claiming its B's and C's
this is G's is than palm trees and weed
is more than movie and models
is than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes
more east-side browns pat and vato
take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out
your boy flow colder Tahoe then out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side show on this shure box
gass stepped everybody shake it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on heify move me call it baywatch
and i'm youck the boss
24's on the yeah it cost a floss
Venn this bitch that you brought yeah sho toss the
was the chicken without the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's your setzi
and represent from midgeon tooky
to my in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in groovy
ice on my neck pack a mac10 uzzy
only pussy vertical like AMG
cause its funky enough DOC
duzine like Eazy-E
and the Cali will love it like Tupac and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and Kurupt raised gin the DPG
i to pack a hammer tricked crooked eye
make me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i my mommma new ports banging too shorts
back in 86' when rappers all new
cool man spice one thing
Richie Rich for them
slanging the cain
but on seat is keep the sneak
we get that mailman like 40 bleed the
out Cali..

REG IME LBC yeah me
i do been high since the day of shack
the hood done fashion bricks and big
fresh coes got swagged your big dad
gang bang with the tribe to plee at
kicked down at ripped up the floor
motherfuckers to rap for Sign Moore
now be back take a and face it
the Julio Cezar before this rap shit
to inverce with my i'm a classic
all school rap daddy on caskets