Kam - Where Are They Now? (West Coast Remix) lyrics

[Intro] This is a Core DJ Exclusive.... [Nas] Ayo, check it out, this is Nas Is Hip-Hop dead or is it still alive? Ha ha Well, check it out Right about now, I'm ridin' with my homies from the Westside (West Coast) Showin' love (West Coast) I asked where are they now? (West Coast) 2007, they right here, yeah (Where are they now?) [Breeze] Yo, it's time to rhyme, keep it in mind, I'm gifted With the strength to go the length, and if it's Rough enough to keep the crowd wonderin' Breeze and L.A. Posse (Where are they now?) Still layin' in the land of the palm trees Warm breeze, sippin' on Dom P, still chillin' with King T Slowed on MCin', pa** the series green Gettin' money off the words I spit, yet still gee-in' Still the young son but now a n***a got a baby girl Tryin' to raise her right and guide her through this crazy world Still got a slow flow and fast raps know Reppin' twenty years, still gettin' ASCAP checks Still, spittin' the truth when I mentor the youth On how to be professional when they step in the booth And never cuppin' the mic so you can hear me clear Nas wondered, yo, where are they now? I'm right here, G [KAM] Goddamn, that n***a KAM back on the scene With the O.G. West on the same team Hittin' corners in a Six-Trey Chevrolet Ragtop Impala, gettin' dollars every day For pushin' heavy yay to this rap sh** f**in' with n***as I done put L.A. on the map wit' So that the legacy lasts long We're givin' it up for all the homies that done pa**ed on And you can check Bobcat's file He can tell you who we are, what we did and where we at now This bullsh**, n***as tired of that Fools runnin' they mouth, so where the Southside riders at? [Hook: Breeze, KAM, Nas, King T] Everybody's talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? (West Coast) Everybody talkin' about this South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? West Coast, yeah, Nas's ridin' with you right here (The who?) West Coast [King T] Hey, watch it resurrect from the jump House shoes, Khaki suit, riot gauge pump Black Raider hat with ‘b**h Please' on the side Central and Greenleaf, 1989 Just in time, King T pushed the line The G's had to have it, Eazy and Dre had it I was a damn fool, now dudes wanna act it (Where are they now?) He's still active We go back like the Jheri Curl shag When Pooh was from the Gate, Bobcat was from the Aves I was in that green 6-4 with the rag pull back in slow motion T-La showboatin' They lookin' for that West Coast Trojan Thought to be in exile but I'm just posted Blessed to be the best to crack the West Coast open King T-La back, muthaf**a, it's a wrap [Candyman] The C-A- to the N-D-Y-The-M-A-N I still melt in your mouth, not in your hand I love to hear the story, again and again But it originated from this man, The Candyman Damn, it feels good to hear my West Coast peers Makes me wanna shed a tear for the ones who ain't here I was just a young player in these Westside streets Motivated to be innovative like Ice-T King T, Toddy Tee R.I.P. to Mixmaster Spade, MC Trouble, Rudy Pardee And it's a trip to witness trap rap When I'm on the first album cover with Eazy-E doin' that sh** way back Hell yeah, we need a new West, Dirty South respects I remember doin' shows out there They never tripped off the Westside Spend all their chips at the Best Buy Groovin' like they just don't care [Threat] No mistakes, can't get away Dumpin' with them funky rhymes Yep, that's MC Deadly Threat They play him on the radio all the time I love my folks, I love my G's They can't k** Cali, they love my weed West Coast done it, East Coast did it Then the South came wit' it like ‘let's go get it' Red Ghost did it like the ones before me The batterram came and took all the glory I got an Army like Uncle Jamm's K-D-A-Y bumped the jam Bobcat, Battlecat and DJ Pooh L.A., S.C., but we say Zuu It still never rain or snow in Cali We're gettin' blunted in the back of the bowling alley, like.. [Hook: Breeze, KAM] Everybody's talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? (West Coast) Everybody talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? Where are they now? [Ice-T] This is it, dope from the fly kid Iceberg bang for the West, servin' a life bid Westside n***a for life, ride or die I get so gangsta, I stay so fly Saggin' my Khakis, reppin' my flag n***a, break out the gun, b**h, let's play tag Every day in the street, somebody calls me Cube I tell ‘em that's my loved one, but it's Ice-T, dude I come from that Crenshaw strip, ya heard? It's way Cripped up, chrome when the 6-4 lift up It's hard to rock a party, L.A. don't like nobody n***as rather pop the trunks and dump shotties [Sir Mix-A-Lot] I'mma show my n***a Nas what I got in my garage Yeah, my publishin' is large, water fountains in my yard The Posse left Broadway to get ‘em on the gla** I got cla**, but still I like a fat a** Mix-A-Lot sheenin' with this S-Cla** gleamin' Aggressive pimp leanin', marked the game like a demon From TVs to movies, Hollywood use my sh** Seven-figure years keep comin'. Who's your pimp? F430 with these black paddle shifters This may not uplift ya but I'm still takin' pictures And I'm lovin' all you sisters, Mix'll never disrespect ya Westside vet; you need your paper? I'll connect ya [Hook: CMG from The Conscious Daughters] Everybody's talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? (West Coast) Everybody is talkin' about the South and the East Coast But what about the West Coast? (The who?) The West Coast [CMG from The Conscious Daughters] It's the rhyme-spittin' kitten you're never hittin' The legendary, all-time great phenomenal female Monarch, hittin' charts Flowamatic nine spitta shoot like darts, blowin' b**hes apart It's The Conscious Daughters, still stompin' over soil Holla at your folks, the females is royal Bay Area OGs, still gettin' cheese Like we sidin' on the block with 'Pac and Eazy-E