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Viewing Lyrics for West Coast Gulf Coast East Coast:
| | | Artist: | South Park Mexican |
| | Album: | Power Moves | | Track: | West Coast Gulf Coast East Coast | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | Chorus:
Now these West Coast players and we love to ball...
And these Gulf Coast
Hustlers love to do it all...
And them East Coast killas ought to represent
And when we
ride together we're gonna kill some shit...
[Verse 1]
I got my mind made up, I'm
strapped and I'm riddin high
West Side till I die, money multiplied
Down and dirty hooked
up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
And we blow big candy
cane
Playa hattin dirty Mex don't understand tha game
Baby beach, baby beth, latino's if
ever do you gang bang
I can't do it cause I'm all about my money man
Hoggin and doggin
cheddar cheese full of scratch
And got them super fly fish tags full of tash
That's how we
do it, hustle fluit runnin through my veins
I got soldiers that'll dump for a little
change...
[Carlos Coy]
Ring around the police, pockets full of hoezies
It's the
wizard tha 36 ozies
Swingin n swervin jealous man's burden
Hoe's see my ride and wanna say
they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep they heart hurtin
H-town city slicker, buy my
German
Sippin' on bourban, back woods a burnin'
Back in the days I couldn't get one
wordin
Now I park valet wit boys outta Cali
Playas on pro's like the mother fuckin
valley
If you were me, u'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our
purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down
south G's
17 shots pulled back an squeeze
Take Keys break 'em down the o's and
p's
And I'll ball like a mother fuckin' C-fee toe
I'm laced in this bitch like PCP, with
SPM, and LOW-G
Down with the click, I'm Baby Beesh
and I'm a Hillwood Hustla 'til I die
motherfucker
I'ma grind in L.A. 'til my very last day
It's a struggle but I gotta bubble
baby, please believe it
I guess that's the reason I roll with my rival
And like I said big
frost is a hard act to follow...
[3rd verse - Rasheed]
It's the - Philly
Alumni
on the drum I, come I
wit the type of funk that make a sucka cry
but he need
no paper to fly
I ain't gon' lie,
my organization down wit World Wide Hustlaz
gettin'
sick, wit Salty Waters' Lifestyl livin' life-a
the homie force that's gon' hop up on the
plane
seize, that Baby Beesh without the west coast mary jane
on the east coast, they're
going whacko for that stack of paper
on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and they stack
that paper
we screamin' YAAY YAAY
wit the baskets full of blaze
South Park Mexican
and Rasheed makin' power moves ev-ery day
cashin' in the money,
like Universal comin' wit
Def Jam
and do a hater we gon' have to...
(Chorus x2)
[Low G]
It's
yo boy Low G from the center of the planet
I feel it get crunk and take control like
Janet
When you hear the hit, what show you gonna jam in
Can't hang with the bandit, haters
can't stand it
Recommended a mendez, ta win dis
The Menace most worse that
Dennis
Mmmmm, Me entiendes? Raches apendes
Remember me Low-G from the block of
rock
Second war with the nine millemeter glock
Keep it endless, stayin
friendless
Cali flex the next
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed and the South Park
Mex...
(Chorus x2 | | | |
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