歌词
West Coast, it's all about survival mother****er
West Coast, California's own
Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C
You mother****ers know what it is
Compton and Long Beach back together again...
Security pat downs
I'm a star, mother****er
I been put' the gat down
I been put' the mac down
But check the people that I'm with
Cause they'll lay you flat down
And they'll do it right now
Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a mother****er might dial
Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big mother****ers
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door
Gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my ass, then go repent
Gotta call in sick
And tell 'em where I went
Don't want no problems, ya'll
****ing around, I'll pull out the problem solved
And watch egos dissolve
Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved
It's too much gangsta mother****ing goin' on in the ****ing world
For mother****ers to be actin' like girls
I'm the ****ing General, never rhyme a subliminal
12-gauge shotty to your body, a ****ing criminal
A animal, West Coast beat cannibal
Who got the antidote? I'm sick on this gangsta mother****ing shit
Not Blood or a Crip, I'm a Anybody Killa
For reala, half Blood half mother****ing gorilla
Suicidal, my flow is a automatic rifle
My rag is a flag, I should hang it from the mother****ing Eiffel
Tower, MC's I devour, a lyrical time bomb
I explode to the next episode
Cutlass ridin', butler drivin'
Head low cause it's all about mother****ing survivin'
In the city I claim, Westside we bang
The Game, and the D.P.G.C. gang
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe
I'mma fly mother****er mother****er I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
**** you, **** him, **** them
**** my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
Mother****ers start trippin boom bow crack fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I dont need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you mother****ers you been a rat
I don't got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols