West Coast sh*t lyrics

by

Tyga


[Chorus: Too $hort & E-40]
This some West Coast sh*t
We on some West Coast sh*t
Some West Coast sh*t
You know you love this West Coast sh*t (BIATCH)
We on some West Coast sh*t
This some West Coast sh*t
It's some West Coast sh*t
b*tch, you know you love this West Coast sh*t

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
I'm in a custom car (car), music loud (loud)
20 years later, move the crowd (move the crowd)
Same motherf*cker from the olden days (olden days)
Top down through the Golden State (tell'em)
I'm from the 5-1-0 (tell'em)
Town business every time I flow (holler)
Me and 40 Water real OG's baby (holler)
Taught you how to hustle way back in the 80's (BIATCH)
You wanna be like us (speak)
California n*ggas get a lot of love (speak)
b*tches give it up but it's not enough (speak)
In the middle of the night when I call to f*ck
I [?] all the nuthin, got it from the Town
Game from the Bay tend to move around (move around)
Years go by you can't stop the vultures (stop the vultures)
It's imbedded in pop culture
BIATCH
[Chorus: Too $hort & E-40]
This some West Coast sh*t
We on some West Coast sh*t
Some West Coast sh*t
You know you love this West Coast sh*t (BIATCH)
We on some West Coast sh*t
This some West Coast sh*t
It's some West Coast sh*t
b*tch, you know you love this West Coast sh*t

[Verse 2: E-40]
If there was a trophy for spitting game me and Short would get an award (get an award)
We from the West, where they dope deal, bikinis and girls (bikinis and girls)
Where the cost of living high and it's hard to afford (hard to afford)
Houses and cars we gottem never get bored (never get bored)
Don't let the palm trees mislead you'll get removed (get removed)
Tryna play tough guy get shot in the eye get schooled (get schooled)
We got some big sh*t, cinnamon rolls, banana clips (banana clips)
Hundred round cartridges, a lot of this (a lot of this)
Gotta stay heated like a broiler finger on my Sig Sauer
Auntie read me some scriptures, you my prayer warrior
Cause the closest to ya probably be the one to do ya (one to do ya)
Back there with hustler, bust you with the Ruger (with the Ruger)
Ain't no big hims and little them in my parliament (in my parliament)
We all icey diamonds up in our ornaments (up in our ornaments)
If you help me make money, Imma make sure you make money
California ain't always hot, California cold nose runny
BIATCH
[Chorus: Too $hort & E-40]
It's some West Coast sh*t
We on some West Coast sh*t
Some West Coast sh*t
You know you love this West Coast sh*t (BIATCH)
We on some West Coast sh*t
This some West Coast sh*t
It's some West Coast sh*t
b*tch, you know you love this West Coast sh*t

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Yeah
You know the sh*t that I'm on
And after I hit it, b*tch then I'm gone
Get out the business, of n*ggas that's grown
I'm going to the moon hoe, Neil Armstrong
I'm in the saloon, with all of my goons
Baby ass filled like a water balloon
Another stripper that think Imma tip her
I ain't no trick you b*tch I'm Jack the Ripper
I'm a star, the Big Dipper
I'm off that purple, and on that liquor
We like'em thicker but I guess you about an 8
Know the California bear never hibernate
See we kick back, and we dominate
And we tolerate, all kind of hate
See the big fish, never take the bait
You know the sh*t I'm on, b*tch concentrate
[Chorus: Too $hort & E-40]
It's some West Coast sh*t
We on some West Coast sh*t
Some West Coast sh*t
You know you love this West Coast sh*t (get back b*tch)
We on some West Coast sh*t
This some West Coast sh*t
It's some West Coast sh*t
b*tch, you know you love this West Coast sh*t (get back b*tch)

[Outro: E-40, Too $hort & Ice Cube]
Cube whats happening pimpin tell'em who it is mayne
West Coast sh*t
E-40 ounce and the Too mhm
My n*gga Too $hort
Still too big for half of y'all n*ggas
Yeah, we on some West Coast sh*t
West Coast n*gga
West Coast sh*t
Kick back b*tch
Kick back b*tch
Kick back b*tch
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