Tone Capone - West Coast lyrics

[Verse 1: Agerman] Up on my block n***a, up yo' cash Before you get your a** blast by them n***as up in cut You better hit the gas Cause if you don't then you gonna be another victim Of another motherf**ing murder when I let it him 'em This strictly underground, hardcore and funkdafied Talking all that lip you trip and slipped into a homicide I break 'em down like twamp sacks All I spit is flow raps My game is unlimited like a motherf**ing 24 track Duck and dodge while these bullets eject You get your shirt wet Thought a n***a was coming soft but n***a I'm coming erect Reject, this n***a right here gotta get mine Don't think about bogarting cause this n***a ight here got a flow 9 Make me blow my top I'll be offy with my chop Hickory dickory f** the doc Back up in your a** like some hot Recognize n***as like me is so deep in this hit When you see me bumping I'm gon' be bumping that west coast sh** [Hook] (West coast) That'll have your trunk thumping West coast sh** The only thing that I be bumping (West coast) West coast sh** Giving my n***as what they want West coast sh** 3X Krazy bringing funk [Verse 2: B.A.] Just another liquor store mission Hennessy sipping n***as be itching, indeed set tripping I don't know why I'm hella high f**ing with these wise guys Tripping off last night I got a pint of Hennessy on my mind So I'm kinda perving Swerving Leaving the liquor sto' Peeping a thicker ho n***a them dank to drank The joint some herb Thinking of nouns and verbs I [?] upon my face while chase E&J I see on [?] cause I'm serving the whole shop Who's the tightest? With that flow full of gold that's touching your soul like King Midas Not the nicest n***a so grab yo' sh** The underachiever that'll leave ya need ya heater Stripped then zipped And off that lip That you talk ain't bought one bit Cause you'se a loser, feud along [?] would need a few good men And in the end, I leave 'em all restless (Why?) It's just that funk from the O coming straight from the west [Hook] [Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak] It's that west coast sh** The only thing that I be bumping In a Firebird 450 Pioneer straight slumping If it ain't rough it ain't 3 X Krazy From the O.A.K.L.A.N.D So see I be flowing like a motherf**er Leave you on your back, off the 'yay Draped in all black and sneaking on the attack I let my Flowamatic spray when I choose You lose, f** hooks I'm the man when I flow like that Like this you miss Now you gots to kiss my fist I piss on y'all trash To let you know don't ever put me to the f**ing test So ladies that's right I'll strip him, put his a** to rest It's the sneaker freak funk from free Never ate the peach But I f** this ho on the beach About to reach the Rich & Famous like Robin Leach You try to touch my style but you can't n***a, deal with it Here come the Flow 9, my flow, n***as I k** with it I'm still grabbing up my nuts, quick fast Still flash on these goofy ho s*uts My Flowamatic co*k back Hood full of rat who be stepping back Thugging, talking 'bout "That n***a strapped!" The flow don't quit So n***a don't ask me too quick If you do I'll wind up something you and your crew Whatchu wanna do? My fist lie On the bwoy, like a pimp When I'm riding through the town Bumping that west coast sh** [Hook]