For The West Coast Lyrics

Pour me up a neat one this is for the West Coast

North Park Mob puffin on the best smoke

Break em off something lemme know wassup

It's a privilege thing mixing heen in my coffee cup

See I've been everywhere but no matter where I roam

There's only one city I could ever call home

Flaunt it cause I got it from the city of the mobsters

Never riding pine Uncle Wade is on the roster

Say it with my chest but I know they ain't forgotten

Bad motherfucker baby I'm The Godfather

Sliding through slow so everybody can see

Trunk goes (boom) while I vibrate the concrete

In my suit I'm on pursuit while I'm cruising to the next spot

Tatted on my right arm this is for the H Block

And I did everything that I said I would do

And brought it back home like a soldier for my crew

Jamming in the West Coast party

Low riders everybody

Bumping scraping with their shawties

Send sparks from 'neath the body

Maxing bouncing flipping switches

G Funk slumpin the system

Everybody gets the mission

Ridin sippin double vision

Tail pipes dragging chicks going crazy

Busters mean mugging but the shit don't phase me

Rag top down but I'm hanging out the side

North Park Mobbin

Show em how we ride

I'm the resurrection of the G Funk Era

Busted on the scene with a brand new pair of

Chucks laced up boy you know how we do

Bouncing in the hood with my slick back do

Ray is ridin shotty Mikeo in the cut

Mac is in the backseat peace keeper tucked

Got a call from Parke twenty more on the way

And I got Mr. King behind me cause the kid don't play

Riding on Daytons banging on the strip

This is for the suckers who been talking that shit

Say it with your chest if it's really on your hip

Uncle Wade banging on em with a West Coast hit

Jamming in the West Coast party

Low riders everybody

Bumping scraping with their shawties

Send sparks from 'neath the body

Maxing bouncing flipping switches

G Funk slumpin the system

Everybody gets the mission

Ridin sippin double vision