Key: F minor
Verse 1
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West Coast is ours homeboy,
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Southside style, don't get it twis ted,
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huh, we ain't fuckin around,
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ready to bang on the fools,
who want some,
we run the West Coast,
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let's rap motherfuckers
Shit comes to me,
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don't have a name, name
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What's up to that motherfuckers,
ready to ride on my enemies
The fool that caught the pony
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from the SGB
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All my haters and players,
better smoke me, I quit
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Fully automatic,
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packin' all kinds of clips
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Holo tips, magazine, holopoints,
anything that buzz
Motherfuckin' shit, I don't like
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when this cyclone runs up
Ain't gas we trust,
but who wants to stare
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I'm the West Coast most wanted,
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I don't need your respect
Can't shake my opposition
when I'm glidin' and ridin'
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Profilin' in my 82,
motherfuckers stay true
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Proud and true, on the avenue,
lettin' you know
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I'm the hardest on the regardless,
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with blow for blow
Rock the show, rock the stage,
rock the mic
Don't believe the hype
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when rappers say that they're tight
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On Barco bikes, do the gangsta,
get the Bozak
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Callin' out the gang,
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you motherfuckers, stay wack
We just wanna tell you that
E
this ain't no game
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And we brought our ammunition
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cause we're gonna bang, bang
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We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
E
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We brought our ammunition
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just for you to bang, bang
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Still on a mission,
till I'm the last man standing
Ain't no competition,
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motherfuckers always keep droppin'
Keep on watchin',
rappers go out like trends
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They're in one minute,
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then they're straight
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Gone with the wind, see ya, uh -uh
And you make me laugh
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How you keepin' the real reality?
Level your straight wax
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Biggity, biggity, biggity blast
This ain't Corrupt or Dad
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This is the high power zone
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And they call me Cap, Mastermind,
Lieutenant, Dictator, Southside Felon
Never tellin' when I'm bailin',
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hailin' after Kinky Von Felon
Killin' all AMCs, enemies buried alive
In spite of my supremacy,
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vigilante, straight homicide
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Strategize like a general,
sergeant straight at birth
Put in the work, stay in front,
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when it comes to the work
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Regulate these bitches,
watch them die like cowards
This is the high power shit,
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all the enemies devoured
We just wanna tell you that
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this ain't no game
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And we run our ammunition
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cause we're gonna bang bang
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We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
E
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And we run our ammunition
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cause we're gonna bang bang
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This is David from Hood Times
Magazine
Capone, you awarded the hardest
on the west side
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How do you feel about that?
Keepin' it gangster right here homie,
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on the HBG side
Don't say straight gangster,
strictly for the streets
Ain't nothin' else man,
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better recognize who's really sellin' in the West,
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who's on the streets,
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get that shit straight
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Who's on the street?
Motherfuckers don't get
that shit straight
Blue bandana, oh my God,
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I never change my face
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Court chairs on my feet
is not just a fact
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I live this shit on water,
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it's not just a jam
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Put it down for the homies
and the homies locked up
Send a wheeler to the pen,
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cause I give a fuck
Threw it up for the youngsters,
never ever sellin'
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Now we came to bang,
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ain't on your phone,
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let's get the fuck out
We just wanna tell you that
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this ain't no game
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And we brought our ammunition
C#m
cause we're gonna bang bang
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We just wanna tell you that
E
this ain't no game
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And we brought our ammunition
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cause we're gonna bang bang
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We're gonna bang bang to the top,
that's how we're going down
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That's how Mr. Homeboy,
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Mr. Capone was keeping it real
I'm letting you waffles know,
I'm letting everybody know
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Essex was one of the West
Coast
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Motherfuckers sleepin'
on the real shit
Southside gangsta shit, homie
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California where the gangbang is Capital
We run the streets
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We run the jails
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It's all us, Essex
Shitfuckers better recognize
Wake the fuck up, all you radio
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Punk, wake up
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It's lame fuckers
Get the fuck out
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Shit, we ridin' off and
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we'll never be back
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Without us
We used to buy that shit in the West Coast
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It us, the homeboy, the Southside
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The riders, the gangsters out here
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Now the gangsters came up,
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who up in size,
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now it's our turn to rise
That's right, if you wanna know
what's really on the West Coast
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Haha, take a look mothafucka,
take a look mothafucka
Haha, two zombies,
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take a look mothafucka
Outro 1
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