Yo Feel like the summer back in '95 Shooting pool Get in fights f** that hood Bullets fly Do or die Do a doughnut in the street and smoke a cig It's like 18 year since and I got friends still doing bids, yeah And we gon' be old we they get out And they gon' be mad enough to get active When they see they lola's house Or where it used to be I'm used to seeing businesses pop up Leaving families who lived there all they lives broke and stuck Same company offer measly little bucks to buy the house Then your grandma's outside on the curb Sleeping on her couch It's about them getting you to go to prison Or to prison Maybe get you to a prisoner Or either send you to a prison Do you get it, yet? The system run by prisms 'bout the dollar The crime ain't really a crime 'long as you work a white collar It's the gold And the blood And the diamonds in the rough Cla**ic West Coast sh** With a militant touch It feel hotter than last year homie Boom ping ping [Scratched: D-Styles] The mother f**ing West Coast It feel hotter than last year homie Boom ping ping [Scratched: D-Styles] The mother f**ing West Coast Air condition broker than a mother f**er King Taco bound with some girls whose nails is pretty colors Also a got knack for throwing facts up on the podium To rally up and stop a war [?] I'm happy Hopper's home And peace those who went They got girlfriends calling in the [?] This song is for the both of them I got that marijuana chased with Fiji Water from the store While I ponder where it's better on d**h row or Skidrow sh** rolls downhill and in The Flats we catching sh** Like public schools getting sold to the highest private bid My pop taught me everything I know about a gat Son of a gun Tote a toaster in my Joker Brand pants Gun control mean two hands I don't trust them laws When they written by a bunch of mother f**ers with no problems Locking you away and never considering the condition That put me in that position Homie, Flatlands living It feel hotter than last year homie Boom ping ping [Scratched: D-Styles] The mother f**ing West Coast It feel hotter than last year homie Boom ping ping [Scratched: D-Styles] The mother f**ing West Coast