Half Dead - We Run This WCS Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Juss Kev] Uh, I'm so lyricalifornia Somebody shoulda warned ya Before I came and swarmed up Into the game, Took the fame and I torn up All of these lames, What a shame where's the coroner Touring ta all these different places I'm a foreigner Shore enough I'mma reach the top and keep on soaring up n***as say it's too hot I'm just barely warming up They say you're ill it's pure sk** b**h more than luck Got a bad lil chick and she sure to f** While we sipping on grey goose and you're the duck Yeah that was a little jokie Bad chick Sophie in and out her legs man I'm playing hokey pokey I'm balling like Stokely I deserve a trophy for k**ing all these dope beats Every single quote we spoke be genius That's why she won't leave she's on the penis Yeah you know she jockin me Probably cause how I rock the beat Dropping all these prophesies feeling like I am Socrates Coppin these properties like Monopoly Obviously you obsolete Drop the beat and get off of me *We run this west coast sh** * [Repeats in reverse] [Hook] We run this west coast sh** And if you don't know We run this west coast Ain't nothing gonna stop this flow no We run this west coast And if you can't believe We run this west coast Don't ask nobody ask me [Verse 2: Stig] Round 2 yeah, We're back with another one Every battle I get into man I have a ton of fun Tryna be tough but you're sweeter than a cinnabon Stig not Larry the cable guy but I Git R Done Ya feel me tho, I don't stop it till I k** it bro West Coast livin big chillin like a grill with no coals Go like a knock on a mission Us against yall kinda like a dog vs. a kitten The game without me is like a mall with no b**hes A contact with no digits A cavity with no dentist Ya dig, We're packing more metal than a f**in big rig Smoke ya like a cig at ya head like a wig it's Stig Lil Heze, Johnell and Half Dead With that said step aside and show a lil respect Either that or get treated like a football during kickoff Yo sh**'s soft it's probably yall fault you're living pissed off Keep my name in your mouth I'll rip your lips off You understand me b**h, West Coast we run this sh** yall [Hook] [Verse 3: Half Dead] I think street like my brain's on the blacktop We run this West Coast sh** California mascots It's my turn you failed you n***as had shots I'm just keeping it PI like Matlock I get it in dividends I'm spendin them Rocks in my chains the same size as M&M's Mr. Half I'm sav just like I'm Indian n***as rap hard you f*gs is so feminine You n***as minimum breakin the max You wack n***as stole rap now I'm takin it back West Coast where all the fine ladies is at These b**hes gettin dug out like the wait in the back Lacin the track facing the facts That I'm the hardest rapper out give my statement to rap I ain't a rap mothaf**ers but I stay in the trap f** a 20 dollar bill I'll take my payment in racks n***a [Hook]