And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked You'se a B writer, Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but
ALL Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us Fuck Tom, fuck Mary, fuck Gus Fuck Dairius Fuck the West coast And fuck everybody on the East Eat shit and die Or fuck
up I didn't have much Just a few bucks Hit school new sneakers but no lunch Pops told me son I never give up Before you know it, west coast in that new
can come to my crib and we can do it my way I got a Harley that I been bought that I ain't even drove I'm a take a road trip to the East coast and holla
move, move, move, move X comes thru the hood, like here comes trouble 'Year Of The Dog Again', first week double Low in the rider, East Coast nigga Fo
da ice And if you come in muh room, your comin' to fuck Take your drawz off and shut up till I bust me a nut From the East Coast to the West, Midwest
do. K - k - k - k - k - Katmandu, Take me, baby, 'cause I'm going with you. If I ever get out of here I'm going to Katmandu. I ain't got nothing 'gainst the east coast
And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but
priceless Priceless, priceless, priceless, priceless No, no, she ain't an R&B singer No, she don't need 10 karats on her finger No, regular working girl East coast
that's me All my dirty south ladies lean rock with me All my Midwest players make it hot for me All my east coast stunners you can ride with me All my west coast
the club (It ain't nothin') Uh, six fall up on dub's (It ain't nothin') Huh, breaking up blueberry buds (It ain't nothing) And every hood showing nothing
the call .. the way to view my life 20 cylinders is more for any .. pipe fuck every bitch worthy in the east coast twice call the badders a whore and
round, our feet are flying over the ground No time to sleep I'm writing rhymes and you're counting sheep From the east coast to the west coast There
?m tryin? to walk the path that you gave Goin? down a new world order Got my boys on the corner tryin? to flip a quarter I?m in the east coast, I?m tryin
They say that LA will drop into the sea Tumbling down where the coastline does curve The east coast, they look down upon the west Say the bastards will
My nigga Daz The funkiest nigga to make beats Nobody sees him, East to West coast Say what? Sat what? Motherfucker too much, too much, too much (I heard
to reach out (To the kids) Hommies on the block (Citizens) Hustlers on lock (What it is) The music bizz won't stop or change me (East Coast) East Coast, I wanna thank you West Coast
They tryin to put me back in, but I won't let 'em I'm a living legend in these streets - east coast gangsta With ties to the west coast, banging Motherfuck