G'fellas - West Coast Rocks lyrics

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Hook:[Nino] Now we got to show you how the west coast rocks[Slow] Oh, what a pity, we mobbin' through your city[Nino] Now we got to show you how the west coast rocks[Slow] Oh, what a pity, we mobbin' through your city(Verse 1)[A.L.T.]Now I got to show you how the west coast rocksWith more punch than them twelve gauge shots, we got knotsHundred dollar bills, nothin' less than a fiftyNine Impala, you the kid, I'm the fatherMakin' money, fuck cream, it's a east coast dreamTo be platinumShow me that fool, and I'm flatten himWho rocks the best in the westWell it's kind of hard to sayCause there's plenty of usToo many of us[Nino Brown]Just tryin' to be that psycho, loco, my skin colored cocoaPuffin' on my import, then I smoke on my vocalFool, I, knew, you, can't, doWhat, we, do, on the west C, foolSo what, to the nitty gritty one timeWe in the rage on the front page, L.A. TimesSo check, 'fore you step, to my cityIt's the bandit, left handed, I gets busy, foolRepeat Hook Twice(Verse 2)[Frost]Fuck that, and take it to the streets ofKiller Cali, the place where the gats popAsk me am I crazy, I say "Of course"I don't give a fuck, peep the situationCause it's that shit that we be doin' when we run a operationAnd it's that mad shit, we be doin' bad shitAnd fuckin' around with us'll leave your ass in the casket[MNMsta]Now we put the mash down like some gangstasRidin' with straps with hollow points in the chamberPoundin' on that ass, and we comin' servin' heatIn the switches, bustin' three wheel motion down the streetsSo regulators, mount up, cause out here, we hit missionsFor the homeys in the hoods, and the Gs in the prisonsShizzamFrom the Foe, in out here, it's do or dieComin' from that wild west coast, home of the drive-bysRepeat Hook Twice(Verse 3)[Nino Brown]O.G.Enius, I be this, maniacCrack a brew on them busters that don't know how to actA., L., T., big, daddy(???) dub, Klev, rock the beat, homeyCreep to my way, then I'm a do the dirtTrey G's, say please, the nina might hurtNine times out of ten, we gon' do 'em in thisThem G-Spot, thrillers, let the games begin[A.L.T.]Now in the west, you could feel the breeze, kick it with the G'sOr lounge with the homey sippin' 40 Oz'sIn the S, the G, the V, I'm feelin' kind of bentBut it's still the place that I representCause when the west is in the house, oh my GodYou better notAnd tell your bitch to stop ridin' on my rod, causeWhen we come through, we make your crew feel shittyIt's a pity G-Spot rock in {*New York City*}Repeat Hook Til Fade