Keep the haters watchin',
you know they speak jockey
This shit bangin', sound like the West Coast
I give em that, sound like a classical
The New Testament of the West Coast
Most rappers try to be like me
Claim the heir to the throne,
Okay, let me help you nigga
you need some more Hennessy
you messin' up the chemistry
you soundin' like the industry
that comma's in par entheses
your family ain't in misery
King of all kings, all I know is victories
the right version of history
Drop the top down, cut the music up
Every coast, bob your head,
Keep the haters watchin',
you know they speak jockey
And the six folks up, tell us how we roll
This shit bangin', sound like the West Coast
I give em that, sound like a classical
The New Testament of the West Coast
When them black get money,
you can call it perfect timing
Blue and yellow diamonds,
My rim still spinnin' just like a windmill
You can hate and get killed,
you're fuckin' with the realest
In the city where I live,
here's a script to let you in
So pussy, calm down, you better be cool
I'll catch a couple shells
to your face like seafood
You know I'm God -fearing,
but I hit the past the door Maserati
Ike's look like a glass of water
cause they wish I was their folder
cause I'm puttin' doctor order
bitches say they love a nigga suede
Cause I don't need a wallet,
Drop the top down, cut the music up
Every coach bop your head,
Keep the haters watchin',
you know they speak jockey
And the six folks suck, tell us how we roll
This shit baggin', sound like the West Coast
I give them that, sound like a classical
The New Testament of the West Coast
Kill a Cali soldier from down south
up to the northwest corner of California
in the Bay gorillas play with choppers
In LA they got them ghetto birds,
Three strikes a good night show
Blood and them Tulane y 'all
be switching slang y 'all
y 'all got Snoop Doggy Dogg
Y 'all with Chuck Taylor,
Y 'all ride six bows in a bay,
But we got shit in common
The pieces of the puzzle be
know that the time is urgent
to clean it up like detergent
I'm more dead lier than a serpent
Ascari X is the god of hip -hop for
they need to be placed on how to be solid
You know I gotta keep hustlin'
to keep money in my pocket
Sure, stoppin' and fakin',
they been hatin' since day one
ever forget where I came from
Been runnin' with this catenary
It's that real life shit,
it ain't come from a motion picture
My niggas is really dyin',
One love to all my people
that's walkin' that mainline
we kickin' them doors off the hinges
If G's make the world spin,
It's a pound, sixteen bars of dope
It's like a fix on your pipe
comin' through the stereo
Drop the top down, cut the music up
Every coach bop your head,
Keep the haters watchin',
you know they spit jockin'
And the six folks, tell us how we roll
This shit bangin', sound like the West Coast
I give em that, sound like a classical
The New Testament of the West Coast
I'm going ahead do that now,
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