Something about the West Coast...
Shhh... Don't tell nobody
[Something about the West Coast
It makes me wanna ride
Something about the West Coast
Shake it westsiide
throw ya hands up let's riide
to the city of the scene
put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor
Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride ]
(Repeats until Verse 1)
No disrespect it's all love and a muthafucka just feel real good
be like what's poppin' on this side of the muthafuckin' planet
understand me? It's still one love, smokin'. It's just a whole lot
more money involved.
Verse 1
Leanin' out my zone
I roams like mobile phones (right)
rag top 'Vettes Yukons & hundred chromes
Silly bitches lie in wait until the day I come home
while the phone machine kicks
"Biitch Rich ain't at home" (Ha)
six million ways to mob choose one
I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes
foes like bitches tuck they toes like hoes
these amateur niggas done turned pro
Can't ride with the hi pro glow
the boss with the sauce
got receipts to show how much it cost
I dedicate this to the ridahs
who like to slip sideways
Beware devil's shuttin' down the highway
Chorus
Something about the West Coast
Shake it westsiide
throw ya hands up let's riide
to the city of the scene
put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor
Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride
(Repeat)
Verse 2
How many MC's must get ditched
