' from the east coast to west coast, for you. I'm runnin' from the east coast to west coast for you. I'm runnin' from the east coast to west coast for
We some riders, up in here This straight West Coast, we spit fire We some riders, up in here This straight West Coast, we spit fire We some riders, up
번역: Kurupt. 웨스트 코스트 화재.
streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers A 3006 with the scope I make a skinhead brain bust All across the West Coast Muthafuckas catchin'
stood I'm a (Layzie) (Krayzie) nigga, so I (Wish) you would Ride the 'Line motherfucker, try and stop mine, stick to your crime I'm from that West Coast
Dedicated to all my niggas up North Dedicated to the dirty South of course Dedicated to all my niggas on the East Dedicated to West Coast niggas is beasts
la la la la la la whooooooooo from coast to coast from sea to sea from ghetto to ghetto, yeaaah from street to street la la la la la la la la from
Approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard Better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you And it your folks hard, that henny mix Rappers fire
the tears from my eyes The warm water took me by surprise And I woke up beside the ocean I realized I must be in California Aloha, my happy west coast
I am still living with your ghost Lonely and dreaming of the west coast I don't want to be your downtime I don't want to be your stupid game With my
mama chola Ahora vengo mama chola (East Coast) Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola Ahora vengo mama chola Maria, Maria (West Coast) She remind me of a West
no more you like... (I can feel your fire) Brick city on my back, Doc Grizzley on the track, have ya hood sayin' (I can feel your fire) East coast, west coast
niggaz frontline and Jay the boss Y'all chicken ass niggaz blood made of broth But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York So all you West Coast niggaz
that fire (fire) Get up, gimme that fire (fire) Get up, gimme that fire (fire) Get up, gimme that fire [Chorus:] Ima light thurr (come gimme that fire
see you shake that ass on the pole [Outro: Black-Ty] AOWWWWWW!! Ha, I had to do it baby Black-Ty, Baby G With three triple O.G.'s, haha West Coast niggaz
Now I'ma step on you, bring it to yo yard Bogart for arts, we go hard You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west I'm Mozart, I compose
