West Coast Anthem

It seems some of y'all done forgot my name The way I spit the game and mug these wax MCs with flames They in my lane, so I'ma blow 'em out the frame And send 'em back to the basics, all crushed and main 'Cause on the east side of Compton, for whips I came I don' start to seperate myself from marks and lames Bust those chicks and hoes, and it started slow Then speed it up and ride that pussy like a rodeo Now I'm back in the saddle like Smith and Western Hittin' corners on your block, representin' Western I got my chucks dusted off, headin' for your section It might be best to make an offer before I take election And change direction, because you dealin' with a seasoned veteran What they enjoy, never seen, I put hoes investin' Uncle to your bitch but call me Mr. Burns Bend that ass over and I'll map that burn There we go, holdin' up, they see us With bass pumpin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day There we go, holdin' up, they see us With bass pumpin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day I used to roll with them crazy killers Gangbangers, jackers, purse-snatchers and drug dealers Realers, now I roll around with platinum niggas CEOs, billionaires and pop figures Feel us? But I still chill and sip some Miller When I had to stay in Korea, it can weight They know my face, they know my flow, they know my sound They know my pimpin' gait They know I'm straight, they know I never play or hate They know my walk, they know fools get lined in chalk I sent a squawk to get it crackin' with this Geisha tot It ain't my fault, your groovy jack can talk about And treat it like bitches and hoes everytime they come out No pain, no gain, no grow like Rogan I know my name, it's still the same And it's a motherfuckin' shame the way the game change, lame From Jeezy thugs to marks and lames There we go, holdin' up, they see us With bass pumpin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day There we go, holdin' up, they see us With bass pumpin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day I used to have a lot of homies, a lot of homies But now some ain't callin' for me, or ballin' for me But these ladies still callin' for me, they love me And sell them book, wanna bug me, they shove me And push me in the right direction, they say "Coolio, these niggas out there need some checkin' They disrespectin' so go and kick they ass like teckin' They ain't even on your level or in your section" I reckon I'ma have to go and do some damage Their mans, they tryna force some of their evil plannin' they canvas What the hell y'all think? I ain't ballin', ballin'? Is that the reason they ain't all been callin', callin'? Is that the reason some of y'all are stallin', stallin'? Y'all busters got a lot of gall and they think it's small, and So when you find them layed out in the hallway or driveway Just know this is west coast, all day, always There we go, holdin' up, they see us With bass pumpin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day There we go, holdin' up, they see us With bass pumpin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day When I say west coast, I do mean west coast (yeah) Home of low-lows and pretty hoes From Seattle to San Diego LA to the bay, this is that same ol' US coast And we ain't playin' no games Let out and go of your watch and chain and make it rain! (Yeah) Throw your drugs up if you with me, let it hang, just don't bullshit me West coast!