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See im a real G from to toe
The whole West to let you know
Got a floor seeks Namonia
Never will i California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold
hustlers hustle gangsters
fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin
whatch for you its B's and C's
this is G's is more than palm trees and
is more than stars and models
is more than Boulevard and Roscoes
like east-side browns pat and vato
take it up to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs
your boy flow colder then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side show 24's on this box
gass stepped brake everybody it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that move me call it baywatch
and i'm youck hasselhoff the
24's on the porsche yeah it cost a
Venn this bitch that you brought yeah sho toss the
was the chicken straight without the
it off

westside westside G's throw your
and represent from felix tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in
ice on my neck pack a mac10 uzzy
only pussy vertical high AMG
cause its funky enough DOC
young duzine like
and the Cali will love it like Tupac and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and Kurupt raised gin the DPG
i to pack a hammer tricked crooked eye
make me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i my mommma new ports banging too shorts
in 86' when rappers all new born
cool man one dangerous thing
Rich for them boss
niggaz slanging the
but on seat is like the sneak
we get mailman like 40 bleed the streets
out Cali..

REG IME LBC yeah me
i do been high since the day of shack
the hood done bricks and big masters
gone fresh coes got your big dad
bang started with the tribe to plee at
kicked down at door ripped up the
first to rap for Sign Moore
now be take a look and face it
the Julio chapped before this rap shit
to inverce with my i'm a classic
all school rap on your caskets