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See im a real G from to toe
The whole West Coast to let you
Got a floor that seeks
will i live California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple degons
hustlers gangsters banging
fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin
whatch for you its B's and C's
this is G's is more than palm trees and
is than movie stars and models
is more Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes
more like east-side pat and vato
take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out
your boy flow colder Tahoe then Robie out got a pacaralo
side show 24's on shure box
gass stepped brake everybody shake it real
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all on that heify move me call it baywatch
and i'm youck hasselhoff the
24's on the porsche yeah it a floss
Venn this that you brought yeah sho toss the boss
was the chicken without the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's throw your
and represent felix midgeon tooky
to my in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in groovy
ice cubes on my neck a mac10 uzzy
only pussy vertical high AMG
cause its funky like DOC
young like Eazy-E
and the whole Cali will love it Tupac and Dre
top dog SN double O P
Daz and raised gin like the DPG
i used to pack a tricked crooked eye
y'all me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i my mommma new ports banging too shorts
back in 86' rappers all new born
cool man spice one dangerous
Richie Rich for them
slanging the cain
but on seat is like keep the
we get that mailman like 40 bleed the
out Cali..

REG IME LBC that's me
i do been high since the day of dust
the hood fashion bricks and big masters
gone coes got swagged your big dad
gang bang started with the to plee at
kicked down at door up the floor
first motherfuckers to rap for Moore
now be take a look and face it
the Cezar chapped before this rap shit
to inverce with my toughts i'm a
all school rap on your caskets