Hittman - West Coast sh** lyrics

[Verse: Hittman] I got a gang of untold Cali sagas Like mobbin' to Palisades to fade this n***a that bothered My homegirl from Palms Not to mention she used to f** my cousin Daughn and had a fine a** Moms Got in a scrap at Mardi Gras then came dipped to after prom The most unwanted clique at any party in the Don's Any gitt together at West Palms, we just Da Macz we just the bomb And we back f**in' up those who overreact Off hash, the blunts, and cognac, sh**ted on the throne of rap Get it through your dome the fact You gotta bow down again Or witness the fact of being fouled by my team every now and then, you didn't know? Read the book on how you could win Never mind that`s a waste My defeat will never take place I put that on Stress and Shaloe Mac that got physically erased And if you could see me your hair'd turn white like Robert Blakes I'm that sh** in that pipe that you base from Today`s special's knuckle sandwiches And i'mma f** around and let you taste one for free (you can't stop it baby) Nah, like Batterram by Toddy Tee You're a captive of 83 I'm on some 2010 Space Odyssey ACG not Wallabee golly gee We be on that nextness, follow me I lick buckshots you gitt left back like my exes Shotgun in a Lexus is cool but yo gott my own car Now i'm a lone star like the state of Texas Have video extras for breakfast Then kick them to the curb For havin` the nerve fo comin` at me like they`re precious b**h you`re no woman you f** n***as to gitt on guest list Skimpy dress expresses you wanted your sh** exploited, she got done man I ran through her like Warrick Hittmanifestos` make your best sh** sound prehistoric Rhyme torrid keep microphones burning like Caloric ovens If I ever met my match time for gudgin` Keep in mind I hold position like Rosa on the bus n***a trust I ain`t budgin` , my n***as be dumpin` Others say they`re bad but they buggin` Now these hoes I ain`t lovin` u And f**s I ain`t givin` My foes they ain`t livin` Competition be like ducks sittin` Try to be fly and gitt struck down like a clay pigeon Cuz what they say contradicts like a gay christian I stay itchin` to bust opposers Pissin` on their exposure, dissin` me cuz i`m hittin` like dojah What i`m spittin` will really ensure your decomposure El nino in the prime of summer your reign is over Another rest in peace composer, for real [Hook] 'Cuz this my West Coast sh** My super ma**ive extra cali dope sh**, sh** sh**, (uh huh) My west coast sh** (huh), My super ma**ive extra cali dope sh** sh**, sh** This this my west coast sh** (oh yeah!) It's my super extra ma**ive cali dope sh**, sh** sh** (uh huh) My west coast sh**, yeah, my super extra ma**ive cali dope sh**, dope sh**, dope sh**, dope sh**, dope sh**, yeah yeah That's all It's just my west coast sh**, sh** sh**, sh**, sh** sh**, sh**, sh** sh** (uh-huh) My west coast sh**, hit hit, hit, hit hit, hit, hit hit, hit hit My west coast sh**, sh** sh**, sh**, sh** sh**, sh**, sh** sh** It's just my west coast sh** My super extra ma**ive cali dope sh**, sh** sh** (uh huh) My west coast sh**, (some ma**ive cali dope sh**), yeah, yeah, yeah The '06, (the '06, the '06, the '06)(oh sh**, oh sh**, oh sh**, oh sh**, oh sh**, oh sh**, oh sh**) i'm still with a gun...