[Intro] WEST COAST!!! It's time to stand up nigga We gon unite around this mothafucca one time I'm callin every real Crip nigga And every real B-Dog, to the table right now yeah, we gon push a real line right now See if ya'll wit this real gangsta guerilla shit [Snoop Dogg] Have you ever seen a hunned thousand rip rydaz from tha side Blue chucc, blue rags, grey cloud, blue skies on the move, can't lose, hell street blues niggaz gotta pay they dues on the cruiser wit the uzi spray deez suckaz then I (inaudible) my granny saw what on the news (what?) she shook up, look up, and then she put me on the move I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far cuz the homies had to loot-loot that night at King Park and I got into a squab got caught, and went to jail straight to the county with no muthaphukken bail 48 hunned wit this crippin, Oh Well my bigg homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coat tail he say "Trip dogg, you better get right, crip right, eye'z open cuz niggaz get stucc on seezight" It aint no mothaphukken problem POP POP! TIC TOC! never flip flop, 20 crip until I drop [Hook] CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CUH-RIIIP! [The Game] Is I? in the mothafuckin S5? wit the red bandana double knotted around the rearview niggaz see clear through they know that it's Game cherry red Lowenharts let em know that I bang so bang! like Snoop in Deep Cover I got the seat reclined .45 under the white-T smothered dippin down green leaf, I aint got no enemies been shot 5 times, now I bleed hennessy and bang for my niggaz locked up they can't stop us it aint a gangsta party til we go and dig Pac up I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on Huey P. Newton with Air Force 1's on I gang bang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams Red Lambo, Red Bandana print ceiling Me and Snoop got the WestCoast locked Red & Blue rag tied in a knot but all my mothafuckin homies yellin out [hook] SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! (BLUH'D) SUWWOOP! (BLUH'D) CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! (BLUH'D) SUWOOP! (BLUH'D) CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! [The Game] I ran out of gas in Long Beach I'm stuck aint no Bloods and all I see is Blue Chucks Hopped out tha six tray no where to go til Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steelers '64 We just dippin One Blood and One Crippin' I'm on that bullshit, throwback Scott Pippen Moral is my bandana hangin from tha "Left Side" so if you aint a crip or a blood just throw up "WestSide" What up Bluh? [Snoop Dogg] Yeah Cuh we just tippin Me and Game doin thangs switchin lanes Hurricanes on my feet Stop, and C-walk to tha beat Game take the wheel and turn on 21st street (EASTSIIIDE!) E/S L.B.C. gun in my hand it's the turf by the circle we don't play in the sand we just slip and slide out, we rip and ride out Let it C known, nigga welcome to da Thunderdome [Hook] CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! By Om-7
(Intro) (Game whispering) Dre, I see dead people (Junior Reid) Modern vampires of the city! I taste blood! Bloooooood! Blo-od! (Game) Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast
(Verse 1) I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the Doctor The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics Then piss in a cup, call the shit Hypnotiq I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit Chronic And you new niggaz ain't shit but new niggaz Bathing Ape shoe niggaz, I'm talking to you niggaz Bounce in the 6-4, throwing up Westside man Sell another five million albums, Yes I am Fresh like damn, this nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop What would the motherf**kin' west coast be without one crip and
(Chorus) One blood {*4X*} Blood {*9X*} One blood {*4X*}
(Verse 2) I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala
Where niggaz say where you from, we don't ever say holla Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side Niggaz in New York know how to throw up the west side Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me I made room for Jeezy, but the rest of you niggaz Better be glad you breathin, All I need is one reason I'm the king and Dre said it, the west coast need me I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin me Everybody know that I'm the aire to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh I'm 26 nigga, so is the doves In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is
(Chorus)
(Verse 3) I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you getting head in the 6-Tre And the double game chains, I keep 'em on display Black t-shirt so all you see is the A Turn on the TV and all you see is the A You niggaz better make up a dance and try and get radio play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret what I spit cause I know what I say And niggaz talking bout me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock No bean, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number 1 billboard spot Niggaz stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top I'm Big, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac This ain't shit but a warning until my album drops
Clap ya hands everybody if you got what it takes I'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes Uhhuh uhhuh Hey get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Hey get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Hey get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Let me tell ya You got me fiending for your body parts You said you lonely and you need it bad Come and see me when you wanna to start And where we going you don't have to ask Come in my cipher put the blunt in the air Let me seduce you let me play in your hair I see that you're hyper let's take it upstairs Hey girl Let's have a meeting meeting I know a quiet place where we can talk Girl relax and let me do my thing Baby I don't wanna break your heart I just want to make you say my name Come in my cipher put that blunt in the air Let me seduce you let me play in your hair I see that you're hyper let's take it upstairs Hey girl Let's have a meeting meeting I'm a chick nigga heart with a man fo sho In the back of my mind girl you infidel Even though you a skunk I'm a fan of chest Role play you the best you supply the sex Yes I'm a feind of your hole One hit of you when I lose control I look in your eyes I can see yo soul Bankroll in the hole for you to cause and go Come in my cipher put that blunt in the air Let me seduce you let me play in your hair I see that you're hyper let's take it upstairs Hey girl Let's have a meeting meeting Uhhuh uhhuh Get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Hey Get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Meeting's ajourned Huh the meeting's just begun Watch this
Cool & Dre Back on the motherfuckin' Westside, L.A.X niggas... yeahhh...
Y'all know who the fuck I am...
I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear, Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where? Posted on the block in them black Airs, In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear, Yeah, that V12 is roarin', Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then - I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back, Give me a corner - let me serve, Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word, All I did was the switch the kitchens, Did some tracks on the birds... Irv - Gotti know I'm a murderer, Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them, If I was the old me I would murda them Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them, Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson, I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected,
The whole world been waitin' on him, Here I come, droptop Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em, look around, All the bitch niggas hatin' on him, Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them, Big cars, big wheels, big chains, Big pimpin', big money, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams...
I get money like Junior Mafia used to, On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU, Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows, Baggin' up rocks the size of melons, That's when the fiends start tellin' you can Catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock, Like Ellen! Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga, Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga! Cause when the sun come up - from behind the sea, Niggas see me behind the B, Ent. don't stand for entertainment, Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went? To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence, And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick! Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick? No I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit!
The whole world been waitin' on him, Here I come, droptop Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em, look around, All the bitch niggas hatin' on him, Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them, Big cars, big wheels, big chains, Big pimpin', big money, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams...
Big cars, big wheels, big chains, Big pimpin', big money, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams...
Yo Jay what it do nigga? I done rocked enough fellas to be you nigga, I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas, I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas! The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe? I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know, Whoever said "Game Over" musta had a hangover, Get money, my driveway sponsered by Range Rover, I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola, Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over, Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin', The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin', The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin' - For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option, I'm back with Cool & Dre a.k.a. the monsters And I got one word for you motherfuckers - COMPTON!
The whole world been waitin' on him, Here I come, droptop Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em, look around, All the bitch niggas hatin' on him, Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them, Big cars, big wheels, big chains, Big pimpin', big...
