West Coast

(专辑： Scarle†† Sage - 2013)

Oh oh oh, you know oh oh
Oh oh oh, you know oh oh
Jezzy, it's like (it's like)

Damn right, yeah, I love this street
Hollywood, baby, home of the freaks
Yeah girl, you the freak of the week
If you don't love west coast
Then you don't smoke best dope
And you don't get XOs
Your girlfriend at our next show
It's like oh, California (California)
It's summertime (summertime)
My top lit back, and we unwind (unwind)
And this one fine (so fine)
And you are too
Let's go to the beach with a drink to us each and yeah
Do what we do
We'll meet up with the gang and toast this shit
We the fliest out, yeah I told you bitch
Yeah, I told you bitch
Get this shit right, yeah I told you bitch
And this my type of party
Dom just got it started
And Nipsey up next and I gonna grab a drink but you know I didn't get carded
We the home of the kings
Roll with some G's
Khakis with a crease
'Pac rest in peace
Yeah, west coast

Champagne for my real friends
Real pain for my fake friends
I don't shake hands
I don't make friends
I just hide my face behind Ray Bans
Oh oh oh
You know oh oh
Not happy, 'less I'm up in the west coast
CÎROC in here for my real friends
No shots in here for my fake friends
You can hate man, I don't make amends
I just live my life, I don't take from them
Oh oh oh
You know oh oh
Not happy, 'less I'm up in the west coast

Damn right, yeah I love my town
LA, baby, put it down
Everybody wanna come around
But if you don't love Cali you don't love at all
You never see love because this where those birds fall
Like falling out on top
Come with Jezzy baby, because I call those shots
And I'm dropping those tops
And I'm rocking those spots
And I'm riding around the city with a beat that knock
I beat that up
Beat that up
Lay her on the ground, I sweep that up
I pick that up, I slow it down
Pour four up in my cup
But I'm rolling around these parts with a big old thing
No big old chain
Just a big old ring
And a tight fit cap that's blue and white
Oh yeah and my big old gang
Anybody wanna sign a deal
Then you sign a deal with my fam for real
Because my camp will kill for the love that we got and feel (oh)
Yeah, some one need a mill
It's my gang
It's my team
It's my life
It's my dream
Yeah, west coast

Champagne for my real friends
Real pain for my fake friends
I don't shake hands
I don't make friends
I just hide my face behind Ray Bans
Oh oh oh
You know oh oh
Not happy, 'less I'm up in the west coast
CÎROC in here for my real friends
No shots in here for my fake friends
You can hate man, I don't make amends
I just live my life, I don't take from them
Oh oh oh
You know oh oh
Not happy, 'less I'm up in the west coast