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This goes out to everybody in the whole wide
Fresh coast rowdy
We dont represent out west we
We out

And we to tell yall, what its all about
So as I ease back this microphone
Im a let it go to
Little like this

Check it out, people, you are
Whoever you with, where you at
Where ever you from, where ever you
Im gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not

Let me take a time out to holler at ya
You go get your partners 'cause Im fit to drop a bug in ear
See what we here is, uh, ruh, yeah
The helluva ill type you fear

Thats we knowin' but you dont really know
'Cause every that call hisself rappin' dont really flow
Really though, Ill open up my mind and take you you cant go
I woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you cant

'Cause you dont know but you hear me though
Yo, this out
My collapse in the raps
And snaps like a mongoose in a trap

Better watch table manners, boy and give me room
Im servin shit, constantly
And laughin like a baboon
On the way to the moon with a stick and a

And the of the crop, hip hop, 'cause we be
Crackin the whip on the
Be pimpin the whole punk at the junk shop
shop shape [unverified]

Sloppin the of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon
Wanna see this, Jack o lantern
ball that dont bounce
Against the wall like you

Well, but no thanks, pranks or no pranks
Im a let em know they cant rank, bank or no
I would if I but I cant so I aint gon stop flowin
But Ill put you up on this here 'cause yous not

Damn, Acey, me, he kinda hittin I aint bullshittin
into the fellowship, you know freestyle
Meanwhile, back at the hall of
Abstract, bust this, track aint for suckers

Immediately the reality of normality
By radically and startin off rapidly
Rap me, come on, perk a little, work a little
In the nuclei, we are responding

dim the lights, I gotta really grab you
'Cause you just not knowin about I can climax to
You rap too short, too long, too slow, too
You lacks on point, you wrong, you wont

Im up on a good foot, youre out on a bad
Im dope, ice, fresh, automatic, oh, yes
Creatively talkin how Im fadin you vocally
mouths not openin, man, you just not knowin, damn

These niggas got me fucked up, aw, what up, Rude?
Rap dude, aint fade the fresh coast
You know them heavyweights, you know, what Im
That Ganja K, you know, what Im

That dolla comin with that
Watts up, you know, Im sayin
Its I aint even tryin to understand why people comin at me
With that nonsense, they knowin

See, I engineered it, I it, I steered it
I took it to the whole world and everybody it
I hauled it, I, yes, yalled it and feared it
I called it, I outlawed it and cleared it

Now I am I and it is it and that
But aint that a bitch? It shit
Think, it all that, that they say
Forever and a day, to and die in L.A., California, U.S.A.

But I am a soldier
Ok, walkin the party
Tryin to my way
Bumped into my man, Ganja K

I a nigga a pound and he lit up a J
I a hit and a half and got high and a hey
My was mellow but my vision was gray
on the dance floor and I seen my DJ

Cool hands, grand, he knows what to play
So we headed for the to get the party on the way
Walkin through the crowd, I heard say, hey
It was Mikah 9, he said up, double a?

to make my pay, tryin not to stray
But you my forte, I let a sleepin dog lay
We on that old missin
In between the baboon and the man

dont understand though
They aint even tryin to
Check out

I and I with old sentiments
Rudimentary tenements, reverberates
to small invertebrates
Even all spineless jellyfish
Rhyme-less bass with no jazz

Enthusiastic, spastic
Memorabilia or acting senseless [unverified]
Miniature expenditures, tingling adventures
Keenly of a [unverified]

That blockade and dental caps and dentures
Hey, lets start a new business
No, youre not dreaming, Ill be the
The millimeter by millimeter, boombastic mix

Where Rotweiller while a of
traffic, autobiographic
Ethnic cleansing, benzing,
Culture Oscars, by inch Deans and Costners

Who my rhythmic memories
Collectible of my Mossberg and telebeam
Scope enemies enemas
Im leaving them and hopeless like the
Running victim that in the scary cinema

Huh, huh, it was three black guys
And like had skills, yeah, skills
They were kinda, kinda funky and fresh and stuff
Yeah, nigga, you not knowin