Eastwood - West Really lyrics

[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 ???? 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]