Beleaf - Left Coast lyrics

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Beleaf - Left Coast lyrics

[Verse 1: Beleaf] I swear y'all don't know about the west You don't know nothing 'bout ridin' up the 5 View on the left God gave us front row view to the sunset Everybody think it's paradise But we lost some real ones on the left So what you know about the west I swear y'all don't know about the west side Nor'Cal So'Cal go ahead and rep I feel like we the realest ones left Let me tell you 'bout left [Hook: John Givez] Left coast, left coast West side up high Left coast, left coast West side up high Left coast, left coast West side up high Left coast, left coast Throw your west side up high [Verse 2: Ruslan] I'll admit it, it's not perfect Nah I take that back cause what I'm learning You get what you pay for that's on purpose So the cost of living is so worth it Yeah the cost of living is so worth it So I don't wanna hear any complaining from any person That has not lived here cause that's an inaccurate version And clear, I swear you ain't know about my town Thinking it's another city by the ocean coast And not a whole lot that be ever going down (down, down) As we coming up slow On a ghost highway, only right to give a ode Indescribable to tell you what I'm feeling in my soul It's Cali It's a California California California state of mind It don't matter what you saying, what you selling There's no way that you can ever really take my Allegiance from the city with the view You see us we the leaders Of this era in this area, come meet us And comedians be talking but no way they can defeat us God made me for the west ever since I was a fetus On the left [Hook: John Givez] Left coast, left coast West side up high Left coast, left coast West side up high Left coast, left coast West side up high Left coast, left coast Throw your west side up high [Verse 3: Murs] Me I'm from the middle of the city of the angels Dealing with these demons on the daily had to lay low God's grace gave my face this halo Tangled with them devils just a west side rebel Trying to make the next level take it far from the ghetto W up but my pants sag low All the homies bang crip, never had a rag though What I want a rag fo'? When I get the mad dough A thick girlfriend with a new Rav-4 That was a dream was a junkie as a teen Hip hop thing see I was a true fiend But the scene was all G Rap, hoochies and weed sacks My city so much mo' y'all gon see that No strap but I was bustin' off of Crenshaw Raw raps dodging all of them pit falls Had the beats with the homie smoking indo Tour bus with my name on the window Did a little dirt, could have been a little worse Couple homies got popped and that could have been Murs but That's the grace I was speaking on That makes me feel the wrong Crowds wanna sing my song loud When the beat is on now That they see I'm on proud That I be from home Left [Hook: John Givez] Left coast, left coast West side up high Left coast, left coast West side up high Left coast, left coast West side up high Left coast, left coast Throw your west side up high