West Coast Shit Songtext / Lyric

Up on my block nigga, up yo' cash

Before you get your ass blast by them niggas up in cut

You better hit the gas

Cause if you don't then you gonna be another victim

Of another motherfucking murder when I let it him 'em

This strictly underground, hardcore and funkdafied

Talking all that lip you trip and slipped into a homicide

I break 'em down like twamp sacks

All I spit is flow raps

My game is unlimited like a motherfucking 24 track

Duck and dodge while these bullets eject

You get your shirt wet

Thought a nigga was coming soft but nigga I'm coming erect

Reject, this nigga right here gotta get mine

Don't think about bogarting cause this nigga ight here got a flow 9

Make me blow my top

I'll be offy with my chop

Hickory dickory fuck the doc

Back up in your ass like some hot

Recognize

Niggas like me is so deep in this hit

When you see me bumping

I'm gon' be bumping that west coast shit



(West coast)

That'll have your trunk thumping

West coast shit

The only thing that I be bumping

(West coast)

West coast shit

Giving my niggas what they want

West coast shit

3X Krazy bringing funk



Just another liquor store mission

Hennessy sipping

Niggas be itching, indeed set tripping

I don't know why

I'm hella high fucking with these wise guys

Tripping off last night

I got a pint of Hennessy on my mind

So I'm kinda perving

Swerving

Leaving the liquor sto'

Peeping a thicker ho

Nigga them dank to drank

The joint some herb

Thinking of nouns and verbs

I [?] upon my face while chase E&J

I see on [?] cause I'm serving the whole shop

Who's the tightest?

With that flow full of gold that's touching your soul like King Midas

Not the nicest nigga so grab yo' shit

The underachiever that'll leave ya need ya heater

Stripped then zipped

And off that lip

That you talk ain't bought one bit

Cause you'se a loser, feud along [?] would need a few good men

And in the end, I leave 'em all restless

(Why?)

It's just that funk from the O coming straight from the west



It's that west coast shit

The only thing that I be bumping

In a Firebird 450 Pioneer straight slumping

If it ain't rough it ain't 3 X Krazy

From the O.A.K.L.A.N.D

So see I be flowing like a motherfucker

Leave you on your back, off the 'yay

Draped in all black and sneaking on the attack

I let my Flowamatic spray when I choose

You lose, fuck hooks

I'm the man when I flow like that

Like this you miss

Now you gots to kiss my fist

I piss on y'all trash

To let you know don't ever put me to the fucking test

So ladies that's right

I'll strip him, put his ass to rest

It's the sneaker freak funk from free

Never ate the peach

But I fuck this ho on the beach

About to reach the Rich & Famous like Robin Leach

You try to touch my style but you can't nigga, deal with it

Here come the Flow 9, my flow, niggas I kill with it

I'm still grabbing up my nuts, quick fast

Still flash on these goofy ho sluts

My Flowamatic cock back

Hood full of rat who be stepping back

Thugging, talking 'bout "That nigga strapped!"

The flow don't quit

So nigga don't ask me too quick

If you do I'll wind up something you and your crew

Whatchu wanna do? My fist lie

On the bwoy, like a pimp

When I'm riding through the town

Bumping that west coast shit