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Whether your like it or not Kid's here to bust another ryme
Thugges out, from Diego to the bay
Westcoast is where the true OG's play
Step into the parlay with the gansta leen
Packing enough heat to rip open your entire spleen
And I cant stress it enough, fuckin hoes like a mack
Spliten pussy like it was a scooby snack
So lets get toasted, lets get as high as we can go
Hotbox your car so long we can barley see no mo
Hit up crack in the box for some tacos
Bitch, take my order
Aye fool! you got a quarter?
Spent all my ends on dub sacks
I need some grub so I can let my mind counter react
Slow my roll, before I go for a stroll
Mind altering disease
Done nothing for me but shorten my fee's
thats ok though, I need the green in my system
If I dont it can fuck up my whole rythem
Keep it flowin, keep that gangsta beat goin
Got the ladies on the dance floor and they knowin
That I gots this whole joint rollin
Its Valentines day and I got no girlfriend
Dont faze me if I want pussy all I gatta do is press send
If you see me lookin clean cut
Fit from head to toe dippen, with a mean strut
It aint rocket science, And it aint no prayer
I got more doe then I know what to do with, West Coast player
Like I said,
From Frisco to Diego and back down to Vallejo
We the same peoples
Same Dilated pupils
This is all origonal lines
Try to walk across my field, get blown by one of my land mines
No trespassing
Dont steal my rymes, or I will be over reacting
Time to put this shit to and end
I went on far long enough so if you dont comprehend
Next time ill come with a new premium blend
Biatch.
Thugges out, from Diego to the bay
Westcoast is where the true OG's play
Step into the parlay with the gansta leen
Packing enough heat to rip open your entire spleen
And I cant stress it enough, fuckin hoes like a mack
Spliten pussy like it was a scooby snack
So lets get toasted, lets get as high as we can go
Hotbox your car so long we can barley see no mo
Hit up crack in the box for some tacos
Bitch, take my order
Aye fool! you got a quarter?
Spent all my ends on dub sacks
I need some grub so I can let my mind counter react
Slow my roll, before I go for a stroll
Mind altering disease
Done nothing for me but shorten my fee's
thats ok though, I need the green in my system
If I dont it can fuck up my whole rythem
Keep it flowin, keep that gangsta beat goin
Got the ladies on the dance floor and they knowin
That I gots this whole joint rollin
Its Valentines day and I got no girlfriend
Dont faze me if I want pussy all I gatta do is press send
If you see me lookin clean cut
Fit from head to toe dippen, with a mean strut
It aint rocket science, And it aint no prayer
I got more doe then I know what to do with, West Coast player
Like I said,
From Frisco to Diego and back down to Vallejo
We the same peoples
Same Dilated pupils
This is all origonal lines
Try to walk across my field, get blown by one of my land mines
No trespassing
Dont steal my rymes, or I will be over reacting
Time to put this shit to and end
I went on far long enough so if you dont comprehend
Next time ill come with a new premium blend
Biatch.
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