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See im a real G from to toe
The West Coast to let you know
Got a floor seeks Namonia
Never will i live

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, gold degons
hustlers hustle gangsters
whatch fo you wear and watch for u hangin
whatch for you its B's and C's
this is G's is more palm trees and weed
is more than movie stars and
is than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes
more like east-side pat and vato
take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out
your boy flow colder then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side show 24's on this box
gass stepped everybody shake it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that heify move me it baywatch
and i'm youck hasselhoff the
on the porsche yeah it cost a floss
Venn this bitch that you yeah sho toss the boss
was the chicken without the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's throw setzi
and represent from felix tooky
to my in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in groovy
ice cubes on my neck a mac10 uzzy
only pussy high like AMG
cause its funky like DOC
duzine like Eazy-E
and the whole Cali will love it Tupac and Dre
top dog SN double O P
Daz and raised gin like the DPG
i used to a hammer tricked crooked eye
y'all me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i like my mommma new banging too shorts
back in 86' rappers all new born
cool man spice one dangerous
Richie for them boss
niggaz the cain
but on seat is keep the sneak
we get that mailman like 40 the streets
out Cali..

REG IME LBC yeah me
i do been since the day of dust shack
the hood fashion bricks and big masters
gone fresh got swagged your big dad
gang bang started with the to plee at
kicked down at door up the floor
first motherfuckers to rap for Moore
now be back take a look and it
the Julio chapped before this rap shit
to inverce my toughts i'm a classic
all school rap on your caskets