Six million ways to mob, choose one
(Some-some-something about the West Coast)
It's somethin' in the water
(Something about the West Coast, it makes me wanna ride)
Ayy, ooh, ayy, ooh

You can't imagine the way that this cash feelin'
Don't know what's harder, the first or the last million
My last album took care of my grandchildren (Ayy)
You tried to win, cracked your head on the glass ceiling (Ow)
What it is? Sick wit' it, it is
The way this money look, I'll be signed to Sony for years
Micro-dosing 'shrooms and I might just go pop a thizz
They see that black 'Rari, they know that it's one of his (Vroom)
Ooh, realest in the room (Room)
Could fill a pool with all the alcohol that I consume (Ooh)
I'm coming this summer, yeah, it's safe to assume (What?)
I'm finna clean up using Golden State's broom
West Coast, real town business (Ayy)
Puma check just got cleared, Merry Christmas
More sales, you catchin' more L's
I drove here in a scraper playin' this on four 12's

(Shake it Westside)
(Throw ya hands up, let's ride)
(To the city of the scene)
(Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor)
It's all love, yeah, and it's never bad, look
(Throw ya hands up, let's ride)
(To the city of the scene)
(Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor)

Blueface, baby (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, aight (A'ight)
It's the face of the West Coast (Scoop)
Been mackin', I got more bitches than PetCo (Been mackin')
VVSs breakin' and bustin' like the Metro (Bussin')
West Side Yankees (Scoop)
Midtown business (Town Business)
Yeah, aight, schoolyard to the children (To the children)
Used to be broke, Cash Money got me healin' (West)
You can't show me how to make a mill' 'til you make a mill' (Bop)
Welcome to the West Coast (West Coast)
This the best coast (West Coast)
You can find the best hoes and the best dro
Doin' the dash in the Aston up and down Pico (Ooh)
Freak hoe, my pants sag until the meat show (Ooh)
Yeah, aight, welcome to the meat show (To the meat show)
Two dicks, big pisser and a Glicko (Uh)
(Blueface, baby, big pisser and a Glicko)
Yeah aight, I like my money in blue faces, baby
I like fuckin', all my bitches call me fucker
We can't fuck if you can't take the rug burn

(Shake it Westside)
(Throw ya hands up, let's ride)
(To the city of the scene)
(Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor)
(Shake it Westside)
(Throw ya hands up, let's ride)
(To the city of the scene)
(Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor)

ALLBLACK
Is it Lake Merritt on Sunday game at the Oracle?
Is it them Too $hort type Gary Payton playas from the Big O?
Is it that timeless tycoon style like Shakur and Mac Dre
That's what they asking when they hear ALLBLACK in they stereo
Corner stores white tees, and a fifth of that dog water to go
Slappin' Saturday Love, goin' dumb up out the window
I got Dirty Harry no L's, I ain't stopping for five-o (No L)
Kick some shit through Oakland, San Jose, Vallejo, and Frisco
Book your flight to this motherfucker and come feel the love
Gang bangin' sideshow swingin', home of the Blood and cuz (ALLBLACK)
I be with rich white boys, you could've sworn was bums (That's me)
Spread the gang, feed your people, and come fuck with a thug
Can't nan nigga take the credit for the plays I run
Lendin' my wicked, face tatted like Jacob Nugs
Ain't hella tall, but I still bop on shit like Spud
That Black Panther, slash Dobberman Pinsch' from the Dubs (BLACK)

(Shake it Westside)
(Throw ya hands up, let's ride)
(To the city of the scene)
(Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor)
(Shake it Westside)
(Throw ya hands up, let's ride)
(To the city of the scene)
(Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor)

West, west, west, west, west, west (West)
The bitty on my back, got a hunnid racks on my chest (Yes)
She was now rockin' with the boolest nigga in the flesh (The boolest)
My socks like a cholo, and my shoes got Nike checks (Nike checks)
Z-z-z-z, pull a 6 up to the jet
Z-z-z-z, as I chuck up the set
Z-z-z-z, gotta keep this shit west (Bounce, bitch)
They like, "Damn, how YG and Blueface connect" (Bounce, bounce, bounce)
'Cause Bompton ain't playin' with you
Inglewood ain't playin' with you (Bang)
Long Beach ain't playin' with you (Nah)
Them gang ties stayin' with you (They stayin')
This game don't stop, nigga, you can't blow no damn whistle (Uh-uh)
This shit forever, so I forever walk around with my pistol (4-Hunnid)
I'm the type to pull up on your bitch on her lunch break (On your bitch)
I'm the type she see and wanna fuck, I got a fuck face (On your bitch)
I'm somewhere big boolin' on a Sunday (With your bitch)
Then it's white socks and hard bottoms and brazy girls on Monday
Ooh, west

Y'all niggas know what it is (4-Hunnid)
Westside shit, nigga
Westside, nigga (Westside)
Pac voice
G-Eazy, what's happening, from the Bay to LA, nigga, yeah Writer/s: Ali Malek, Benjamin Falik, D'Andre Sams, Gerald Gillum, Jonathan Porter, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Richard L. Serrell
Publisher: Audiam, Inc., Exploration Group LLC, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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