West Coast Anthem

It seems some of y'all done forgot my name

The way I spit the game and mug these wax MCs with flames

They in my lane, so I'ma blow 'em out the frame

And send 'em back to the basics, all crushed and main

'Cause on the east side of Compton, for whips I came

I don' start to seperate myself from marks and lames

Bust those chicks and hoes, and it started slow

Then speed it up and ride that pussy like a rodeo

Now I'm back in the saddle like Smith and Western

Hittin' corners on your block, representin' Western

I got my chucks dusted off, headin' for your section

It might be best to make an offer before I take election

And change direction, because you dealin' with a seasoned veteran

What they enjoy, never seen, I put hoes investin'

Uncle to your bitch but call me Mr. Burns

Bend that ass over and I'll map that burn

There we go, holdin' up, they see us

With bass pumpin' through your speakers

Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up

This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day

There we go, holdin' up, they see us

With bass pumpin' through your speakers

Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up

This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day

I used to roll with them crazy killers

Gangbangers, jackers, purse-snatchers and drug dealers

Realers, now I roll around with platinum niggas

CEOs, billionaires and pop figures

Feel us? But I still chill and sip some Miller

When I had to stay in Korea, it can weight

They know my face, they know my flow, they know my sound

They know my pimpin' gait

They know I'm straight, they know I never play or hate

They know my walk, they know fools get lined in chalk

I sent a squawk to get it crackin' with this Geisha tot

It ain't my fault, your groovy jack can talk about

And treat it like bitches and hoes everytime they come out

No pain, no gain, no grow like Rogan

I know my name, it's still the same

And it's a motherfuckin' shame the way the game change, lame

From Jeezy thugs to marks and lames

There we go, holdin' up, they see us

With bass pumpin' through your speakers

Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up

This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day

There we go, holdin' up, they see us

With bass pumpin' through your speakers

Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up

This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day

I used to have a lot of homies, a lot of homies

But now some ain't callin' for me, or ballin' for me

But these ladies still callin' for me, they love me

And sell them book, wanna bug me, they shove me

And push me in the right direction, they say

"Coolio, these niggas out there need some checkin'

They disrespectin' so go and kick they ass like teckin'

They ain't even on your level or in your section"

I reckon I'ma have to go and do some damage

Their mans, they tryna force some of their evil plannin' they canvas

What the hell y'all think? I ain't ballin', ballin'?

Is that the reason they ain't all been callin', callin'?

Is that the reason some of y'all are stallin', stallin'?

Y'all busters got a lot of gall and they think it's small, and

So when you find them layed out in the hallway or driveway

Just know this is west coast, all day, always

There we go, holdin' up, they see us

With bass pumpin' through your speakers

Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up

This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day

There we go, holdin' up, they see us

With bass pumpin' through your speakers

Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up

This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day

When I say west coast, I do mean west coast (yeah)

Home of low-lows and pretty hoes

From Seattle to San Diego

LA to the bay, this is that same ol' US coast

And we ain't playin' no games

Let out and go of your watch and chain and make it rain! (Yeah)

Throw your drugs up if you with me, let it hang, just don't bullshit me

West coast!