[verse 1. EASTWOOD]
Yo! ...I'm Eastwood...
South Central California where them chevys ridin high
Black and chrome y's on them 30 inch tires
Young'n movin off the block Tryin stack that
Quarter in my a** crack
Pushin up the block couple burners in my backpack
I been cheeked to the feinds im east snow the ryan ???
The new west coast rap young Kobe Bryant
There is no raider, So don't even try it ???
U needa seize me to plan B, don't take it private
This here ain't ment for yall
Betta switch ya game up and watch ya ego fall
Im fresh thru the city with semis to find a victim blowin big dark tint In the bently worth every penny
I'm a boss, so pay me the game, I keep em with me
Westcoast Jay Rock and the game like west really
Eastwood when it comes to the flow I bet silly
We the city L.A - We the hood of L.A
[Chorus]
We in the city of why's like what's up at my n***as in the projects
South central LA, we finna pop next
You rap cats and rapping the streets why
Compton california, we living the street life
And we do it for the whole city
West coast stand up, homie say it with me
And we do it for the whole city
West coast stand up, homie say it with me
[verse 2. THE G.A.M.E]
Given it up for my compton n***as
Watts k**ers
Englewood bangers
South central monsters
L.B.-C slangers
In that cutla** supreme on gold
Daytonas, my chopper ridin shotgun
n***a I'm sprayin corners
Like e'r day e'r day
Three wheel motion down slawson
n***as pay to see the game flossin
Goin' off Me and J
Pourin out liqour cause my n***a 2Pac can't see the day
n***a tryin to go platnium i did that in 01
Bring ur b**h around i did that in 01
East no the beast
"Mr. f** the police!"
Pull Glocks bust shots
n***a see me in the streets
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Got some n***a's the be truth up
Hop out of lambo's wear strings and some new chucks
I am the LA streets
And if you know like i know
West coast n***as f**ing with the b**h
[Chorus]
[verse 3. JAY ROCK]
They call watts finest, Jay rocks my name
Runaway slave im so off the chain
Watts up to every tribe in the watts
Why spit it for yall i hold it down for the block
Yeah call me Los-Angeles
The project's my campus
Find me on the block stackin bread like sandwiches
Rollin in the Fleetwood
Wit my n***a Eastwood
Red and blue make green
Calli n***a's, we eat good
Ese's ride wit me
Oh he's so loco
Throwin up the double U, leanin like a cholo
Don't mean it ? trouble u
Hub in a dub in it
A party ain't a party
Till u got some bloods in it
Don't get it ruined
I f** with my low goons
Big Snoop Dogg holla at ur young haul
Roll it up it feels good to be high
Top dog gettin cheefed west coast we gun ride
[Chorus]