"West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast" lyrics
(feat. Baby Bash, Low-G, OG Kid Frost & Rasheed)
[Frost (South Park Mexican) {Rasheed}:]
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
[Baby Bash:]
I got my mind made up
I'm strapped and I'm riding high
West side 'til I die
Money multiply
Down and dirty
Hooked up with my folks
Gulf-coast in a hurry
Cadillacs and gold jewelry
And we blow big candy cane
Player-hating dirty Mex don't understand the game
Baby Beesh, Baby Bash, Latino Velvet, do you gang-bang
I can't do it, 'cause I'm all about my money, mayne
Hogging and dogging
Cheddar cheese, scrilla, scratch
And got them super fly pimp tags to attach
That's how we do it, hustle fluid running through my veins
I got soldiers that'll dump for a little change
[South Park Mexican:]
Ring around the police
Pocket full of ho-zies
It's The Wizard, of thirty-six Ozs
Swinging and swerving
Jealous man's burden
Hoes see my ride and wanna say they a virgin
20 inch turning
Keep they heart hurting
H-town City Slicker, but my ride German
Sipping on bourbon
Back woods a-burning
Back in the days, I couldn't get one word in
Now I park valet with boys outta Cali
Players on toes like the motherfucking valley
If you were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
[Frost (South Park Mexican) {Rasheed}:]
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
[Kid Frost:]
It's that west-coast rider with them down-south Gs (Rider)
Seventeen shots, pull back and squeeze (Pop, pop)
Take kis
Break 'em down to Os or Ps, and I'll ball
Like I'm motherfucking ten feet tall
I'm laced
In this bitch like PCP
With SPM
And little Low G
Down with the clika, Baby Beesh
And I'm a Hillwood
Hustle 'til I die, motherfucker
I'm a grind
In L.A
'Til my very last day ('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's a hard act to follow"
[Rasheed:]
It's the Philly Alumni on the drum
I come out with the type of funk
That'll make a sucker cry
But he need no paper to fly
Ain't no lie
My organization down with worldwide hustlers
Getting sick
With the soldiers for that lifestyle living liver
The homie Frost
Don Cisco hopped up on the plane
Sheeze
That Baby Beesh pulled out the west-coast Mary Jane
On the east-coast
They gone and act up for that stack of paper
On the south side, they run with swangers
And they stacking paper
We screaming, "Yay yay!"
We done blazing from the maze
South Park Mexican and Rasheed making power moves every day
Cash and that Money
Like Universal coming with Def Jams
If you a hater, we don't hear ya, haters
[Frost (South Park Mexican) {Rasheed}:]
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
[Low G:]
It's your boy Low G
From the center of the planet
I feel it
Get crunk and take control like Janet
When you hear the hit
For shit
You gonna jam
Can't hang with the bandit
Haters can't stand it
Recommended
I'm in this to win this
The Menace
Most worse that Dennis
Mm
Me entiendes
Raches apendes
Remember me, Low G, from the Block Of Rock
Second Ward with the nine-millimeter Glock
Keep it endless
Staying friendless
Cali-Tex connect
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh
Rasheed and the South Park Mex
[Frost (South Park Mexican) {Rasheed}:]
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
[Baby Bash:]
I got my mind made up
I'm strapped and I'm riding high
West side 'til I die
Money multiply
Down and dirty
Hooked up with my folks
Gulf-coast in a hurry
Cadillacs and gold jewelry
And we blow big candy cane
Player-hating dirty Mex don't understand the game
Baby Beesh, Baby Bash, Latino Velvet, do you gang-bang
I can't do it, 'cause I'm all about my money, mayne
Hogging and dogging
Cheddar cheese, scrilla, scratch
And got them super fly pimp tags to attach
That's how we do it, hustle fluid running through my veins
I got soldiers that'll dump for a little change
[South Park Mexican:]
Ring around the police
Pocket full of ho-zies
It's The Wizard, of thirty-six Ozs
Swinging and swerving
Jealous man's burden
Hoes see my ride and wanna say they a virgin
20 inch turning
Keep they heart hurting
H-town City Slicker, but my ride German
Sipping on bourbon
Back woods a-burning
Back in the days, I couldn't get one word in
Now I park valet with boys outta Cali
Players on toes like the motherfucking valley
If you were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
[Frost (South Park Mexican) {Rasheed}:]
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
[Kid Frost:]
It's that west-coast rider with them down-south Gs (Rider)
Seventeen shots, pull back and squeeze (Pop, pop)
Take kis
Break 'em down to Os or Ps, and I'll ball
Like I'm motherfucking ten feet tall
I'm laced
In this bitch like PCP
With SPM
And little Low G
Down with the clika, Baby Beesh
And I'm a Hillwood
Hustle 'til I die, motherfucker
I'm a grind
In L.A
'Til my very last day ('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's a hard act to follow"
[Rasheed:]
It's the Philly Alumni on the drum
I come out with the type of funk
That'll make a sucker cry
But he need no paper to fly
Ain't no lie
My organization down with worldwide hustlers
Getting sick
With the soldiers for that lifestyle living liver
The homie Frost
Don Cisco hopped up on the plane
Sheeze
That Baby Beesh pulled out the west-coast Mary Jane
On the east-coast
They gone and act up for that stack of paper
On the south side, they run with swangers
And they stacking paper
We screaming, "Yay yay!"
We done blazing from the maze
South Park Mexican and Rasheed making power moves every day
Cash and that Money
Like Universal coming with Def Jams
If you a hater, we don't hear ya, haters
[Frost (South Park Mexican) {Rasheed}:]
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
[Low G:]
It's your boy Low G
From the center of the planet
I feel it
Get crunk and take control like Janet
When you hear the hit
For shit
You gonna jam
Can't hang with the bandit
Haters can't stand it
Recommended
I'm in this to win this
The Menace
Most worse that Dennis
Mm
Me entiendes
Raches apendes
Remember me, Low G, from the Block Of Rock
Second Ward with the nine-millimeter Glock
Keep it endless
Staying friendless
Cali-Tex connect
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh
Rasheed and the South Park Mex
[Frost (South Park Mexican) {Rasheed}:]
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
Ask these west-coast players, and we love to ball
(And these gulf-coast hustlers love to do it all)
{And them east-coast killers ought to represent}
And when we ride together, we gon' kill some shit
