Something about the West Coast...

Shhh... Don't tell nobody

[Something about the West Coast

It makes me wanna ride

Something about the West Coast

Shake it westsiide

throw ya hands up let's riide

to the city of the scene

put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor

Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride ]

(Repeats until Verse 1)

No disrespect it's all love and a muthafucka just feel real good

be like what's poppin' on this side of the muthafuckin' planet

understand me? It's still one love, smokin'. It's just a whole lot

more money involved.

Verse 1

Leanin' out my zone

I roams like mobile phones (right)

rag top 'Vettes Yukons & hundred chromes

Silly bitches lie in wait until the day I come home

while the phone machine kicks

"Biitch Rich ain't at home" (Ha)

six million ways to mob choose one

I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes

foes like bitches tuck they toes like hoes

these amateur niggas done turned pro

Can't ride with the hi pro glow

the boss with the sauce

got receipts to show how much it cost

I dedicate this to the ridahs

who like to slip sideways

Beware devil's shuttin' down the highway

Chorus

Something about the West Coast

Shake it westsiide

throw ya hands up let's riide

to the city of the scene

put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor

Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride

(Repeat)

Verse 2

How many MC's must get ditched