West Coast Shit

[Chorus: Too $hort & E-40] This some West Coast shit We on some West Coast shit Some West Coast shit You know you love this West Coast shit (BIATCH) We on some West Coast shit This some West Coast shit It's some West Coast shit Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit [Verse 1: Too $hort] I'm in a custom car (car), music loud (loud) 20 years later, move the crowd (move the crowd) Same motherfucker from the olden days (olden days) Top down through the Golden State (tell'em) I'm from the 5-1-0 (tell'em) Town business every time I flow (holler) Me and 40 Water real OG's baby (holler) Taught you how to hustle way back in the 80's (BIATCH) You wanna be like us (speak) California niggas get a lot of love (speak) Bitches give it up but it's not enough (speak) In the middle of the night when I call to fuck I [?] all the nuthin, got it from the Town Game from the Bay tend to move around (move around) Years go by you can't stop the vultures (stop the vultures) It's imbedded in pop culture BIATCH [Chorus: Too $hort & E-40] This some West Coast shit We on some West Coast shit Some West Coast shit You know you love this West Coast shit (BIATCH) We on some West Coast shit This some West Coast shit It's some West Coast shit Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit [Verse 2: E-40] If there was a trophy for spitting game me and Short would get an award (get an award) We from the West, where they dope deal, bikinis and girls (bikinis and girls) Where the cost of living high and it's hard to afford (hard to afford) Houses and cars we gottem never get bored (never get bored) Don't let the palm trees mislead you'll get removed (get removed) Tryna play tough guy get shot in the eye get schooled (get schooled) We got some big shit, cinnamon rolls, banana clips (banana clips) Hundred round cartridges, a lot of this (a lot of this) Gotta stay heated like a broiler finger on my Sig Sauer Auntie read me some scriptures, you my prayer warrior Cause the closest to ya probably be the one to do ya (one to do ya) Back there with hustler, bust you with the Ruger (with the Ruger) Ain't no big hims and little them in my parliament (in my parliament) We all icey diamonds up in our ornaments (up in our ornaments) If you help me make money, Imma make sure you make money California ain't always hot, California cold nose runny BIATCH [Chorus: Too $hort & E-40] It's some West Coast shit We on some West Coast shit Some West Coast shit You know you love this West Coast shit (BIATCH) We on some West Coast shit This some West Coast shit It's some West Coast shit Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Yeah You know the shit that I'm on And after I hit it, bitch then I'm gone Get out the business, of niggas that's grown I'm going to the moon hoe, Neil Armstrong I'm in the saloon, with all of my goons Baby ass filled like a water balloon Another stripper that think Imma tip her I ain't no trick you bitch I'm Jack the Ripper I'm a star, the Big Dipper I'm off that purple, and on that liquor We like'em thicker but I guess you about an 8 Know the California bear never hibernate See we kick back, and we dominate And we tolerate, all kind of hate See the big fish, never take the bait You know the shit I'm on, bitch concentrate [Chorus: Too $hort & E-40] It's some West Coast shit We on some West Coast shit Some West Coast shit You know you love this West Coast shit (get back bitch) We on some West Coast shit This some West Coast shit It's some West Coast shit Bitch, you know you love this West Coast shit (get back bitch) [Outro: E-40, Too $hort & Ice Cube] Cube whats happening pimpin tell'em who it is mayne West Coast shit E-40 ounce and the Too mhm My nigga Too $hort Still too big for half of y'all niggas Yeah, we on some West Coast shit West Coast nigga West Coast shit Kick back bitch Kick back bitch Kick back bitch