Coast to Coast - Cappadonna, Tupac, Rush Ratchet

Welcome to the West Coast

Where we ball, ride on fags

Sittin' back, cuz been working right

(Now let me you bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce

(Bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce, bounce, bounce

We’ve been working right (Calico stand up)

Now ever since a nigga was a seed

Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin'

Ridin on these niggas cause they lame

In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?

Blame it on my momma I’m a thug nigga

Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers

Tell me if it’s on, nigga then we first to bomb

Bust on these bitch-made niggas hit 'em up, WESTSIDE

Ain’t nobody love me as a broke nigga

Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas

I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back

I get my currency in stacks, California’s where I’m at — right?

Passed by while these niggas wonder by

I got shot but didn’t die, let 'em see who’s next to try

Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed

For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, niggas still ballin

Ok, cash C-note, blasting me through your door

Flew from the old, cross seas for the blow

Weed’s federal, better roll in the tape

Your armored truck stuck, cuz I’m taking the bass

But to be quite frank, taking over this world

I want best of both shines like diamonds and pearls

Never gave a fuck though, and paybacks a bitch

If I see my luck sold, then I’mma bag some kids

You know how it bad it is, half a g, an old scheme

Squeeze, play to rehab, cuz it’s part of they plea

Surf the world to find material, harder than me

But I’m bigger than life, son, so what’s what’s larger than me?

Flaudelently, haters be claiming they guns hit

Knowing they ain’t done shit, except go when the gun spit

Now who, retaliates, with the strip for the streets

I got peeps that conviscate with the strength of the heat, holla

Aiyo, I came in the game, like a thief in the night

And ya’ll sucka MC’s, ya’ll be try’nna be bite

My whole style and my format, niggas should fall back

When I attack the mack, stay live and direct, I wreck

Set, keeping ya bitch wet, it’s no sweat

Whenever I’m around you, your mind is weak

I speak the truth when I spit, ain’t coming to talk shit

Yo, I’m live and direct, coming to stalk shit

What, come on, bitch, yeah, enter my zone

You can’t imagine how my four-speed's ever so deadly

I swing swords, I hit you in your fucking head piece

Cuz you fronted on Don, and now you dying in hell

Spit my name, can’t beat my tell, nigga, what’s felt?

To the lost generation of rap, my niggas locked down

Whoever feel trapped, grab ya gat, quick, shoot ya where I plotted the bitch

Never let 'em hold you back, this is strictly the Don

If you ever front on me, nigga, I’m breaking your arm

Bees in the winter, enemies better be gone

Fuck all of the fly shit, ya’ll Hollywood…