West Coast
Tupac Feat. The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
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Thinking I'm gon stop, giving LA props
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
'Cause a West Coast party don't stop
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long
We keep it funky on the West Coast
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
When the la-la hits ya, lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you
Either I'm with ya or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
The maze is a daze, I blaze, I will amaze
Smokin' while you're loccin' with some California A's
Me and B.I.G., what it is, get it in
Sippin' gin with the Hen in the alleyway
Bangin' the Cali way
Talking to the rap inventor
Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E
Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
S-N-double O-P, big D-O
Old school nigga, '84 El Camino
LBC know, we love Biggie though
I.E.Y. in even Bernadino
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long
We keep it funky on the West Coast
(They gon' keep it funky on the West Side)
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women and the weed, sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the hood, ain't no love lost
Y'all know I'm from the West, I'm the king to be exact
You better holla at me when you need that chronic sack
I got it all, one call, no stall, on the ball
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Listen to me, holla at ya dogg
Words of the clever, forever multiply
Birds of a feather, preparin' 'em to fly
Perfection, selection
This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection
I'mma spell my name one more time, check it
It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Sipping on booze in the House of Blues, what it do!
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long
We keep it funky on the West Coast
(We gon' keep it funky on the West Side)
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
Spend about a week, on Venice Beach
Y'all niggas is a mess
Thinking I'm gon stop, giving LA props
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
'Cause a West Coast party don't stop
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long
We keep it funky on the West Coast
(We gon' keep it funky on the West Side)
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
'Cause a West Coast party don't stop
Don't you wanna ride with me?
Don't you wanna ride ?
People come and ride with me
To the West Side
Party, on the West Coast
Know you wanna ride with me
Don't you wanna ride ?
People come and ride with me
To the West Side
Party, on the West Coast, yeah
In the song "West Coast," Tupac and The Notorious B.I.G. celebrate the lifestyle and culture of the West Coast. The chorus sets the tone for the song, stating that there is no party like a West Coast party because it never stops. The artists pay tribute to their home on the West Coast, referencing classic West Coast activities such as drinking, smoking, and partying. They also sprinkle in some lyrics about their success and fame, acknowledging that they are at the top of the rap game.
The lyrics in the verses are characterized by wordplay and witty rhymes, as both artists trade bars about their respective neighborhoods and reputations. They also pay homage to each other and express their deep respect for the rap game, acknowledging that they are two of the greats. Throughout the song, the theme of unity and pride in the West Coast culture remains a constant thread, as they implore their fans to ride with them and celebrate the unique brand of fun and excitement that can only be found on the West Coast.
Line by Line Meaning
Y'all niggas is a mess
You all are disorganized and chaotic.
Thinking I'm gon stop, giving LA props
Believing I will no longer give Los Angeles praises.
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
There's no celebration like one that takes place on the West Coast.
'Cause a West Coast party don't stop
A party on the West Coast won't end; it'll continue on and on.
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
During a festivity on the West Coast.
Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long
Drinking alcoholic beverages and smoking drugs throughout the evening.
We keep it funky on the West Coast
We maintain a lively and fun atmosphere on the West Coast.
(They gon' keep it funky on the West Side)
They will also keep the party energetic on the West Coast.
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
I feel affection for my fellow individuals on the West Coast.
When the la-la hits ya, lyrics just splits ya
When the drugs get to you, the lyrics divide you.
Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you
Your intellect is so high that your head feels bigger and your cap no longer fits.
Either I'm with ya or against ya
I'm either in favour or against you.
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Follow through in the same direction that I directed you during our last interaction.
The maze is a daze, I blaze, I will amaze
The journey is perplexing, I will smoke what I have and impress you.
Smokin' while you're loccin' with some California A's
I'm smoking with you, while you're watching the game, which features the Californian team.
Me and B.I.G., what it is, get it in
Biggie and I, we know what's going on, let's do it.
Sippin' gin with the Hen in the alleyway
Drinking gin with Hennessy in the alley.
Bangin' the Cali way
Repping the Californian hip-hop culture.
Talking to the rap inventor
Conversing with the Godfather of rap music.
Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right
A person who possesses expert skills, with a bottle of quality and expensive liquor in hand.
Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E
Write my name correctly, with two G's and one E.
Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
Covered in expensive jewellery and fancy clothes, hanging out with Cease-a-Leo.
S-N-double O-P, big D-O
Snoop Dogg, large D-O-G.
Old school nigga, '84 El Camino
I'm an old-fashioned man, cruising around in a 1984 El Camino.
LBC know, we love Biggie though
LBC (Long Beach, California) already knows that we love Biggie, though.
I.E.Y. in even Bernadino
Representing Inland Empire, even Bernadino.
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
I'm only going to California for the weather.
Women and the weed, sticky green
Ladies and some delicious marijuana.
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
I don't want any seeds in my cannabis, don't underestimate me.
Dead up in the hood, ain't no love lost
I'm prominent in the community, and nothing can change that.
Y'all know I'm from the West, I'm the king to be exact
Y'all know I'm from the West Coast, I'm the exact king.
You better holla at me when you need that chronic sack
You should come to me for your cannabis supply.
I got it all, one call, no stall, on the ball
I have everything I need, call me once, and I'll be ready instantly.
Winter, spring, summer, fall
In all four seasons.
Listen to me, holla at ya dogg
Pay attention to what I'm saying, let's communicate.
Words of the clever, forever multiply
Wise words continue to expand in time.
Birds of a feather, preparin' 'em to fly
People with similar interests gather and develop their expertise to succeed.
Perfection, selection
The idyllic combination of items.
This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection
This collaboration comes from Notorious B.I.G. and D.P.G.C. (Dogg Pound Gangsta Crips).
I'mma spell my name one more time, check it
I will repeat and confirm the spelling of my name.
It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
It's my name, which is spelled N-O-T-O-R-I-O.
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
You USA, just relax and ease up.
Sipping on booze in the House of Blues, what it do!
Drinking alcoholic beverages inside the House of Blues, what's going on!
Spend about a week, on Venice Beach
I'm going to stay around Venice Beach for approximately one week.
Don't you wanna ride with me?
Wouldn't you like to travel with me?
People come and ride with me
Others join and travel with me.
To the West Side
To the West Coast.
Party, on the West Coast
Celebrate in the West Coast.
Know you wanna ride with me
You're aware that you'd enjoy travelling with me.
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
There's no celebration like one that takes place on the West Coast.
'Cause a West Coast party don't stop
A party on the West Coast won't end; it'll continue on and on.
People come and ride with me
Others are welcome to join and travel with me.
To the West Side
To the West Coast.
Party, on the West Coast, yeah
Celebrate in the West Coast, yeah.
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
There's no celebration like one that takes place on the West Coast.
'Cause a West Coast party don't stop
A party on the West Coast won't end; it'll continue on and on.
Lyrics Β© CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Tom Lagergren, Calvin Broadus, Christopher Wallace, Faith Evans
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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1:23 Biggie (Dead Wrong, Verse 1)
2:46 Pop Smoke (Element, Chorus & Verse 1)
3:48 DMX (Life Is What You Make It, Verse 2)
4:50 Eazy E (Luv 4 Dem Gangsta'z, Verse 1)
5:32 Ice Cube (Hello, Verse 1)
6:55 Dr. Dre (Hello, Verse 3)
7:56 MC Ren (Hello, Verse 2)
8:58 Method Man
9:29 Nas (Life Is What You Make It, Verse 3)
10:31 Nipsey Hussle (Where Yo Money At?, Chorus & Verse 1)
11:33 Snoop Dogg (One Blood, One Cuzz, Verse 1)
Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube (Hit Em' Up, All Eyez On Me, Hello
1:23 Biggie (Dead Wrong, Verse 1)
2:46 Pop Smoke (Element, Chorus & Verse 1)
3:48 DMX (Life Is What You Make It, Verse 2)
4:50 Eazy E (Luv 4 Dem Gangsta'z, Verse 1)
5:32 Ice Cube (Hello, Verse 1)
6:55 Dr. Dre (Hello, Verse 3)
7:56 MC Ren (Hello, Verse 2)
8:58 Method Man
9:29 Nas (Life Is What You Make It, Verse 3)
10:31 Nipsey Hussle (Where Yo Money At?, Chorus & Verse 1)
11:33 Snoop Dogg (One Blood, One Cuzz, Verse 1)
Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube (Hit Em' Up, All Eyez On Me, Hello
@valerioturco6746
0:00 2Pac
The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility
Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Packin' hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga's gettin' jealous and motherfuckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe niggas and low riders in ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
1:23 Biggie
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the clit'
Suckin' on the tits! Had the hooker beggin' for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love, my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
2:46 Pop Smoke
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal, and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don't talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me, and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
Grr, them bullets blastin'
3:48 DMX
Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what)
So I keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh)
I got no time for games cause I'm all grown up
You wanna joke nigga? laugh when you get blown up (come on)
See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father
Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real)
Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what)
Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on)
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit
Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night
Now what? (what) realize that you ain't got shit (uh)
Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit
So just peep the flow yo, cause you already in this
Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business (uh huh)
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello) x2
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
4:50 Eazy E
Aw yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip
On a funky-dope track jump back
Strapped with a fat buddha sack and a 7-8 flak
Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green
But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with OG playaz don't set trip
Or you might get what we call the rat pack
I don't slack when it come to street
I kick real G funk to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
I got a proper big tilt and a fly-ass Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no ho
That's how it is, and that's how it goes
Act like ya know when I creep real slow
Givin' love to them playaz that I know is real Gs
5:32 Ice Cube
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle
I'm just lookin' for a big yellow
In six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre (Hello) perculatin' keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin' that we penetratin, you gets natin'
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin'
Gangbang affiliatin, MC Ren'll have you
Wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon
(Get to dialin) 9 1 1 emergency
(And you can tell 'em) It's my son he's hurtin me
(And he's a felon) On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit
While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello)
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6:55 Dr. Dre
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk
Listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre's credibility (What?)
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo' suck my dick! (Hello)
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! (Hello)
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello) x2
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
7:56 MC Ren
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' Glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas
Run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggas
Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin' niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein' dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild (Hello)
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello) x2
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello)
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
8:58 Method Man
Ayo, Im so humble but on a bumble
I speak for the jungle, 2 else for and a mumble
Sunny, Ill sell you a bunny and take it from you
Won you
These rappers are sugar bordering dumb-juice
Yall make just come through like a five star
Chillin but I could finish you, in five hours
Working like baby jesus I get them lined up
Thatll leave them holy just matrimony like my god
Staten Island and Cony Island that's two squads
Something like this could cook crack that too hard
Meth, Im too fresh I smell like a new car
The Woo Tang my favorite member is U-God
9:29 Nas
Make history before you go
Fuck the misery, you living po we getting doe
Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo (why?)
Time is viable
Low and behold the young, black, and powerful
Got to eat yo, everyday my daughters feet grow
You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
Paying doctors when I'm born, a preacher when I'm buried
That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit
Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a b'ness (business)
If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish
Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it
Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit
Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
Prepare for the worse, no fears no nothing on earth
No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first
Nor the last nigga, let's get this cash nigga
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
10:31 Nipsey Hussle
Where yo money at?
We gon' smoke a hundred sacks
Shootin' up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ain't made a hundred racks
You ain't nothin' like Nip Hussle
That's a fuckin' fact
Puttin' on for my city, got 100 stats
I'm the realest nigga in it, can't front on that
A lot of fake niggas hate me cause they wanna rap
But if they dumb enough to say it, I'ma fuckin snap
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns
AR's, AK's, nigga pick one
This young nigga on that shit you should get on
And I promise she get fucked if yo bitch come
Know some Inglewood niggas showed a Crip love
He was like, "That nigga Nip kinda sick, Blood"
Know them East Side niggas bang my shit tough, it's all love
Even to my homeboys that switched up
Funny thing is they swore when I get rich
I would turn my back on 'em but I'm still up in the mix, huh
God damn, ain't that some shit?
Can a young nigga pull up in a six gettin' his dick sucked
Where yo money at?
We gon' smoke a hundred sacks
Shootin' up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ain't made a hundred racks
You ain't nothin' like Nip Hussle
That's a fuckin' fact
11:33 Snoop Dogg
For God so loved the world he gave us a good Crip
The late, great Neighborhood Nip
Dippin' in this L.A. Bullshit
'Bout as solid of youngsta as a nigga could get (yup)
Was nothin' like these thug phonies
Was always showin' love
And big respect for all the Blood homies (whuttup!)
You understood the values in the youth
Man, I swear to God, nephew, you was the truth
Damn, how could this nigga do this?
It's 'cause every neighborhood Jesus, got a neighborhood Judas
Who hate to see yo' team ride rich
You see that envy and that pride
That's that green eyed bitch
Worse than a woman scorned (damn)
It'd be better for that man if he had never been born
But Mary, don't you mourn, Martha, don't you weep
You see, your son still affected us deep
Give us the faith to take that leap
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
12:34 Outro: 2Pac
Pay attention, my niggas! See how that shit go?
Nigga walk up in this motherfucker and it be like, "Bing!"
Cops, bitches, every-motherfuckin'-body
(Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die)
(Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)
I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a nigga, you know?
(I live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die)
(Livin' life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)
He he he, it's like what they think
I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin'
They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope,baby!
Y'all got me under surveillance, huh?
All eyes on me, but I'm knowin'
@ruiyuyt3401
Entire LYRICS:
The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility
Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Packin' hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga's gettin' jealous and motherfuckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe niggas and low riders in ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the clit'
Suckin' on the tits! Had the hooker beggin' for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love, my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins,β loveβ her melanin
Huh, Christianβ Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottlesβ of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don't talk to niggas 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
Grr, them bullets blastin'
Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what)
So I keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh)
I got no time for games cause I'm all grown up
You wanna joke nigga? laugh when you get blown up (come on)
See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father
Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real)
Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what)
Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on)
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit
Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night
Now what? (what) realize that you ain't got shit (uh)
Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit
So just peep the flow yo, cause you already in this
Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business (uh huh)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these niggas with attitudes, hello
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes, hello
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Aw yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't slip
On a funky-ass track, jump back
Strapped with a fat and a sack in a 7-8 'Lac
Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green
Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with O.G. pleyaz, don't set trip
Or you might get what we call a red back
I don't slack when it come to street
I kick real G fuck to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
I got a poppa big tilt and a fly-ass Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no ho
That's how it is and that's how it goes
Act like you know when I creep real slow
Givin' love to them pleyaz that I know is real G's
Hello
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@ruiyuyt3401
The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
In six inch stilettos
Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin', yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin', you gets naythin'
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin'
Gangbang affiliatin'; MC Ren'll have you
Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
(Get to dialing) 9 1 1 emergency
(And you can tell em) It's my son he's hurtin' me
(And he's a felon) On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin' a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit
While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these niggaz with attitudes (hello)
Did I fall off?, Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
Listening with your arms crossed
Questioning Dre's credibility (What?)
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo' suck my dick! (Hello)
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! (Hello)
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
Look at these niggaz with attitudes
Look at these niggaz with attitudes (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' Glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas
Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo' niggas
Scarin motherfuckers like Stephen King flicks
Makin' niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein' dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild (Hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these niggaz with attitudes (hello)
Look at these niggaz with attitudes
Look at these niggaz with attitudes (hello)
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these niggaz with attitudes
Ayo, Im so humble but on a bumble
I speak for the jungle, 2 else for and a mumble
Sunny, Ill sell you a bunny and take it from you
Won you
These rappers are sugar bordering dumb-juice
Yall make just come through like a five star
Chillin but I could finish you, in five hours
Working like baby jesus I get them lined up
Thatll leave them holy just matrimony like my god
Staten Island and Cony Island that's two squads
Something like this could cook crack that too hard
Meth, Im too fresh I smell like a new car
The Woo Tang my favorite member is U-God
Make history before you go
Fuck the misery, you living po' we gettin dough
Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo (why?)
Time is valuable
Low and behold the young, black, and powerful
Got to eat yo, everyday my daughter feet grow
You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
Paying doctors when I'm born, a preacher if I'm buried
That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit
Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a bid'ness
If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish
Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it
Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit
Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
Prepare for the worst, no fears no nothing on earth
No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first
Nor the last, nigga, let's get this cash, nigga
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Look at these niggaz with attitudes (hello) (all eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Wheres the money on the beat
Where yo money at?
We gonβ smoke a hundred sacks
Shootinβ up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ainβt made a hundred racks
You ainβt nothinβ like Nip Hussle
Thatβs a fuckinβ fact
Puttin' on for my city, got 100 stats
Iβm the realest nigga in it, canβt front on that
A lot of fake niggas hate me cause they wanna rap
But if they dumb enough to say it, Iβma fuckin snap
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns
ARβs, AKβs, nigga, pick one
This young nigga on that shit, you should get on
And I promise she get fucked if yo' bitch come
Know some Inglewood niggas showed a Crip love
He was like, "That nigga Nip kinda sick, Blood"
Know them East Side niggas bang my shit tough, it's all of love
Even to my homeboys that switched up
Funny thing is they swore when I get rich
I would turn my back on 'em, but Iβm still up in the mix, huh
God damn, ain't that some shit?
Can a young pull up in a six gettin' his dick sucked?
Where yo money at?
We gonβ smoke a hundred sacks
Shootinβ up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ainβt made a hundred racks
You ainβt nothinβ like Nip Hussle
Thatβs a fuckinβ fact
For God so loved the world he gave us a good Crip
The late, great Neighborhood Nip
Dippin' in this L.A. bullshit
'Bout as solid of youngsta as a nigga could get (Yup)
Wasn't nothin' like these thug phonies
Was always showin' love and big respect for all the Blood homies (What up)
You understood the values in the youth
Man, I swear to God, nephew, you was the truth
Damn, how could this nigga do this?
It's 'cause every neighborhood Jesus got a neighborhood Judas
Who hate to see your team ridin' rich
You see that envy and that pride, that's that green-eyed bitch
Worse than a woman scorned (Damn)
It had been better for that man if he had never been born
But Mary, don't you mourn, Martha, don't you weep
You see, your son still affected us deep
Give us the faith to take that leap
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight (look at these niggaz with attitude) (All eyes on me)
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high (All eyes on me)
I start this gangsta shit
And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello)
I let the niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West Side ride tonight
Haha all eyes on me...
Pay attention my niggas, you know how that shit go?
And the rest is history, thanks for reading and sorry for mistakes, I had write out some of the lyrics myself
@Thug.Theory
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