Mr. Capone-e - Three of the Best From the West (West Coast) lyrics

[Capone] WHOO-WHOO! [The Game (Mr. Capone-E) {Snoop Dogg in background}] Oh boy We westside ridin' (Westside) Chuck Taylor Capone-E, homie (Oh!) What that SGV like (Simon) That CPT like (WHOO-WHOO!) Straight up (That's right, ese) Ask the big homie Snoop about us now {Ooohwee, ooohwee} (Ha ha) It's westside (WESTSIDE...) We ride for life (FOR LIFE...) Chorus: [Capone] Three of the best from the west, holdin' down the coast Snoop Dogg, The Game The one and only Capone Make California love, all smooth like a G Hey, Snoop, where we from [Snoop] West coast, ooohwee [Verse 1: Mr. Capone-E (The Game in background) {Snoop Dogg in background}] California love As we ride for the westside I see they shotgun for the coast In that lowride Hittin' corners with The Game, posted up in the back (What's up, holmes) Snoop ridin' the trey {Ooohwee} Palm trees and hoodrats Pimps, macks and ballers, makin' dollars up on this boulevard Ride up in the barrio, face of the next hood star Handle bars, white tees and the Panotins Tie the local white G's, slangin' the white cold medicine Just got signed And I'm out of my time They said I'm the new Chronic, ese, 2009 The world is mine, but my name ain't Scarface Something similar For the whole coast to embrace Paper chasin', pushin' weight, America's catastrophe Puttin' the History Channel back To reality Mad at me For California's return I'm like the L.A. riots, we keep the city left burned Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 2: The Game (Mr. Capone-E in background)] It's '09, I'm g**nin' like it's '86 Posted up, throwin' up signs Sendin' n***as in the pen Crazy flicks Vatos, locos Palm trees, low-low's, nickel-plated .44's Yeah Chuckin' up the P at the popo And tell my P.O., that's just the Black Wall logo Slidin' Dipin' Suru Crippin' Coronas, Patron, eatin' tacos and chicken Chillin' with senoritas sippin' on Margaritas Adios, mamacita, got a show in Rosarita Beach Watch me at the Lowrider creek Carpoolin' with the homie Capone-E and two freaks From the I.E. where n***as get stuck up like I.V.s Put trucks up on high beams, with burners like "Try Me" (Try me) I'm an insane California nightmare Every time you sleep on the coast, homie, I'm right there Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg (Mr. Capone-E in background)] I'm a Ghostface k**ah, in a Stellar 300 Snoopy D-O-Double G, I'm about rip, rip, run it I give it to you all, I bounce, shoot and ball I'm the king, but the king don't fall I'm not like LeBron I'm more like Kobe I want the rings The b**hes The money and the glory See, this a westside story So it's gon' get messy, gangsta and sort of gory But I'm Vincent Price Eastside 20 Crip So I might throw up the set twice I ain't to set up tight Roll your dice Run up on the Dogg, motherf**er And you lose your life Don't trip, holmes I'm tryin' to get mines on Groupies and [{*stones*}] And I make sure I put you on, for real This west here for real West coast is the place where we love to live Cuzz Repeat Chorus Twice [The Game] Straight the f** up, you know what it is, homie West side ridin' Ain't nothin' but desert eagles and palm trees on mind, n***a West side Compton, California, Cider Block, Pirus to the d**h Suru Gang, San Gabriel Valley, what's up Yeah Black Wall Street, black g**n, bang And the motherf**in' Hi Power Soldiers, motherf**er Yeah H.P sh**, hey, Capone-E You got this God out of High Power, I'm 'bout to go back Ha ha