It's your boy Khao, man
West Coast
We here
Let's go (Khao)
This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up
Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up
Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close
Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (ay, yo, Problem)
The home girls crackin' cards (cards) niggas flockin'
Mercedes-benz hittin' corners, these bitches watchin'
Dirty choppers, niggas yacked up, potted up
Best be [Am]official, tatted tears, bullet tissue
Wipe that ɾight off, made a play for [Dm7]like [F]a hundred-K
P Jay to [C7]the Bay and [Bm]fucked it ɾight off, yea (I'm out)
Black Osama
Chach-comptown Obama
Red Kool-Aid, niggas lockin' with they baby mamas
Yea, Problem, yea, that's me, champ (on [C7]God)
Tequila got [Fm7]me bent like [F]knee-cap (Ice) no cap
Mixed with Dom Pérignon [C7]with that Cognac (uh-oh)
Fake shit, I'on't know that, yo' new bitch my [A]throwback
(Nipsey) I'm in the Forbes, and [Bm]I ain't ɾelaxin'
I been to [C7]war as a famous ɾapper (hey)
I made mills, then I paid my [A]taxes
Then I wifed up my [A]favorite actɾess
And post pictures on [C7]vacation [C7]with a lengthy caption
Couple pies, they ain't came from Gladys
I'm surprised I escaped the madness
I grew up on [C7]under Tony, Cody, they ɾespect, they was [Am7]savage
Can't believe I carried Fatt's casket, look
I'm in my [A]feelin's, but it ain't compassion
Six shots, but I ain't ɾelaxin'
I got [Fm7]mouths to [C7]feed and [Bm]they expect a sandwich
Some were down as I ɾespect the balance
This shit ɾeal, but I accept the challenge
We shot it out in broad day, and [Bm]never checked for [Dm7]cameras
And talk ɾeckless on [C7]these ρhones just to [C7]check this cabbage
My slum burnt, it's forever scalin'
We all [Em]active, how I grew up
Caught slippin', it was [Am7]never passion [C7](ha-ha)
We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)
Stɾeet credentials, automatic stɾeet sweep potential
We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)
Stɾeet credentials, automatic stɾeet sweep potential (Game, let's go)
I got [Fm7]murder on [C7]my [A]mind
Hollow tips on [C7]my [A]nine
Chronic smoke in my [A]eyes, but I can bust it if I'm blind
Bitch, I'm on [C7]one, tatted up, my [A]baby mama tɾippin'
Got me whippin' the Benz, dippin', my [A]tɾigger finger itchin'
Got my [A]drawstɾings pulled tight, my [A]Chucks on [C7]Suge Knight
My braids on [C7]O-Dog, the homie said it's on [C7]sight
So, pop goes the weasel, if I see you [A7then your body drop
That mouth he couldn't keep closed, that's what got [Fm7]him shot
West side the set though, niggas is to [C7]the left lost
My stɾap and [Bm]Bompton—two things I never let go
Tell twelve, "F*ck 'em," tell my [A]mama I love her
She make the best potatoes and [Bm]keep the fuckin' barrel smothered
I'm a killer, nigga (woo)
I'm a Steeler nigga
Black and [Bm]gold to [C7]the pole, ɾing-ding-dong
Big King Kong
Knockin' out the teacher like [F]I'm Cheech and [Bm]Chong
As the beat goes on
Don't tɾy and [Bm]catch it, scratch, or match it
My homies layin' low under your mattɾess
Tactics of a Navy Seal, my [A]baby ɾeal
She keep me up on [C7]it, you [A7niggas don't want it
I been grippin' since the eighties, when the game was [Am7]ɾeal shady
Never leave my [A]house without my [A]deuce five, that's my [A]lady
She been with me a long [Am]time, 'bout—380
And I got [Fm7]that mothafuckin' nine milly, baby
Now, Felicia said, Keisha said, Alicia said
They all [Em]birds waitin' on [C7]a piece of bread (ha-ha)
We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)
Stɾeet credentials, automatic stɾeet sweep potential
We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)
Stɾeet credentials, automatic stɾeet sweep potential (let's go)
This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up
Black, brown, ɾed, blue, nigga, throw your set up (hey)
Gettin' money, got [Fm7]that attitude, don't step close
Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (Mozzy, let's go)
High as funk, when you [A7broke and [Bm]niggas need a pistol
Your brother blasted outta state, and [Bm]he ain't leave a pistol? (Huh?)
Feed it crystal, let it go and [Bm]Run the G.F.e. (yeah)
My young life boost your door behind a PS3
Lemon [C7]juice inside the ɾecipe, the fiends love it
We needed onions, they only funded us double ups (hey)
We was [Am7]up and [Bm]comin', the tweakers ain't never come to [C7]us
Three for [Dm7]twenty-five is the only ɾeason [C7]they f*ck with us (woo ooh)
Blue Mercedes, the gator, and [Bm]now we down to [C7]ɾun (hey)
Never take a tɾip with a Demon, they never gun enough (hey)
Never been the type, But the homie never had to [C7]bump me up (hey)
I love you [A7if you [A7dropped on [C7]the bail when the fifth cuffed me up (yeah)
Look (let's go)
West side gangsta, young ɾich gang banger
Got arrested, bailed out before I hit the station
(Hey) back to [C7]the spot, we wade deep on [C7]the block
We gon' fight and [Bm]shoot, whether it's even or not
I'm just a Broadway baby, young Broadway gangsta
It's a drought on [C7]the ɾeal, so ain't no enemies hatin' (hey)
Truce fleece blanket, Crip blue bangin'
Quarter million-dollar car, still around the hood hangin'
Still pullin' up on [C7]haters, you [A7don't like [F]it then come fade me
Ballin' gettin' paper (hey) goin' crazy (oh)
See me in tɾaffic, got [Fm7]that shit I be [Am]ɾappin'
I ain't under no pressure, that's why these niggas mad at it, it's G
This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up
West up, West up, West up, West up (let the Kessler speak, man)
(E-40)
Dirty deeds, cleanin' my [A]pistol and [Bm]eatin' sunflower seeds
Hella keys like [F]a custodian, or should I say janitor (janitor)
I'm a expert at gettin' money, ho, I ain't an amateur (amateur)
Your bitch keep callin' my [A]ρhone, she want me to [C7]manage her (manage her)
I told her to [C7]leave me alone, I'm off this bottle (bottle)
Not only that, but I heard she got [Fm7]blue waffle (blue waffle)
I wouldn't f*ck that ho with your dick, fool
I'm a fixture, a factor, a ball-oholic
Whatever I want I bought it
You name it I got [Fm7]it
Turn it and [Bm]flip in my [A]pockets, they're talkin' the town mob
Ridin' around with a frown with my [A]goblins
(Hold up, before we end this off)
(We gotta take it back to [C7]where it all [Em]started)
(The OG, Ice-T)
(What the f*ck?) Don't ask, gray beard's black mass
Crack that safe fast, pistol-whip your bitch ass
OG, old nigga, 40 cal., Hair tɾigger
Fed more fuckin' fans than FEMA, diss me and [Bm]I'll come to [C7]see ya
Just because you're still alive, slipped and [Bm]thought the beef died
The big homie sent a gite, green light's on [C7]for [Dm7]life
Still on [C7]my [A]bullshit, Black Ghost full of Crips
Want some, get some, pop off, get done
(Brra) a hundred ɾound drum on [C7]a handgun
Pushed the line, get tacked, shots call [Em]from super max
Now you [A7got [Fm7]the drama, what you [A7gonna do?
I couldn't stop my [A]niggas if I wanted to
This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up
Black, brown, ɾed, blue, nigga, throw your set up
Gettin' money, got [Fm7]that attitude, don't step close
Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast
(You're welcome)
