Black and brown, west, west,
Throwin' up the W Black and brown
Black and brown, throw that west up
Black and brown, west, west love
Black and brown, throw that west up
Get off the track, you hear the train coming
we gon' leave the car running
Cause it only take a few seconds
Receive nothing but respect
since I drop restless, breathless
Yeah, click -bang on a shit -stang,
Your brains hang like a bandana
Yeah, I pluck the strings
Politics niggas talk that shit
But can never beat stand -up guys
You can look in their eyes, see the lies
When they say they ready to die
They gon' be the first to run
Off that old school, don't drop the soap
And I quote, ain't no shower
like in the streets, but I roll
Stuck up in this California life,
Streets raise me like that
Cushwee, so watch as I grow
Throw that West up, West love
Put that West on the map, California rider
With that West on my back,
Straight out the motherfuckin'
put that chronic in the air
riders, shoes and all that
stockin' in Amigas with ball bats
used to wrap the hood with ball cats
Lakers on the Don West side
Worldwide, Mr. Criminal does
It's for the motherfuckin' low -rise
tatted on the face, low -rise
this is what it sounds like
Cock back, serve it to your broad,
leave your frill like I stay
This real west shit is in my music,
so you know it sells right
I do it for my locals, yeah,
I do it for that west love
Do it for them California riders,
like in the streets, but I roll
Stuck up in this California life,
Streets praise me like they kush,
Throw that west stuff, west love
Put that west on the map, California rider
With that west on my back,
I'm a boy, I'm west lover
So I do it for the royalties,
And I do it for the loyalty,
that's brotherhood and manhood
And all the homies sittin' up on the shelf
while these other fools laid down
I'm bout the only one who
With my real black and brown
in the most post -traumatic
Syndrome, end zone, touchdown
brothers cover much ground
Plus the brown skin tone,
yeah we on like the lights
Long range with the sights,
this California round table
that they don't even sound stable
So here's another greatest hits
and the best of Cam and Mr. Criminal,
like in the streets but I roll
Stuck up in this California life,
Streets raise me like they cushy,
Throw that West to the West, Westlove
Black and Brown on the track,
Put that West on the map, California riding
With that West on my back,
Throwing up the W Black and Brown
Throwin' up the W Black and Brown,