West Coast sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1: Agerman]
Up on my block n*gga, up yo' cash
Before you get your ass blast by them n*ggas up in cut
You better hit the gas
Cause if you don't then you gonna be another victim
Of another motherf*cking murder when I let it him 'em
This strictly underground, hardcore and funkdafied
Talking all that lip you trip and slipped into a homicide
I break 'em down like twamp sacks
All I spit is flow raps
My game is unlimited like a motherf*cking 24 track
Duck and dodge while these bullets eject
You get your shirt wet
Thought a n*gga was coming soft but n*gga I'm coming erect
Reject, this n*gga right here gotta get mine
Don't think about bogarting cause this n*gga ight here got a flow 9
Make me blow my top
I'll be offy with my chop
Hickory di*kory f*ck the doc
Back up in your ass like some hot
Recognize
n*ggas like me is so deep in this hit
When you see me bumping
I'm gon' be bumping that west coast sh*t

[Hook]
(West coast)
That'll have your trunk thumping
West coast sh*t
The only thing that I be bumping
(West coast)
West coast sh*t
Giving my n*ggas what they want
West coast sh*t
3X Krazy bringing funk
[Verse 2: B.A.]
Just another liquor store mission
Hennessy sipping
n*ggas be itching, indeed set tripping
I don't know why
I'm hella high f*cking with these wise guys
Tripping off last night
I got a pint of Hennessy on my mind
So I'm kinda perving
Swerving
Leaving the liquor sto'
Peeping a thicker ho
n*gga them dank to drank
The joint some herb
Thinking of nouns and verbs
I [?] upon my face while chase E&J
I see on [?] cause I'm serving the whole shop
Who's the tightest?
With that flow full of gold that's touching your soul like King Midas
Not the nicest n*gga so grab yo' sh*t
The underachiever that'll leave ya need ya heater
Stripped then zipped
And off that lip
That you talk ain't bought one bit
Cause you'se a loser, feud along [?] would need a few good men
And in the end, I leave 'em all restless
(Why?)
It's just that funk from the O coming straight from the west
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak]
It's that west coast sh*t
The only thing that I be bumping
In a Firebird 450 Pioneer straight slumping
If it ain't rough it ain't 3 X Krazy
From the O.A.K.L.A.N.D
So see I be flowing like a motherf*cker
Leave you on your back, off the 'yay
Draped in all black and sneaking on the attack
I let my Flowamatic spray when I choose
You lose, f*ck hooks
I'm the man when I flow like that
Like this you miss
Now you gots to kiss my fist
I p*ss on y'all trash
To let you know don't ever put me to the f*cking test
So ladies that's right
I'll strip him, put his ass to rest
It's the sneaker freak funk from free
Never ate the peach
But I f*ck this ho on the beach
About to reach the Rich & Famous like Robin Leach
You try to touch my style but you can't n*gga, deal with it
Here come the Flow 9, my flow, n*ggas I kill with it
I'm still grabbing up my nuts, quick fast
Still flash on these goofy ho sl*ts
My Flowamatic c*ck back
Hood full of rat who be stepping back
Thugging, talking 'bout "That n*gga strapped!"
The flow don't quit
So n*gga don't ask me too quick
If you do I'll wind up something you and your crew
Whatchu wanna do? My fist lie
On the bwoy, like a pimp
When I'm riding through the town
Bumping that west coast sh*t
[Hook]