Z – WestCoast Thang Lyrics
Artist: Z
Song: WestCoast Thang
Yeah yeah
This is straight from the West Coast
Much love to the R-E-D
It’s your n#gg# LP, let you know how we do it
We gotta put this sh#t back on deck
Let me speak a couple words
And again, I’mma try not to break down
Cause ever since you left, well I’ve been walking with my face down
Thinking about a way to get you back, I knew I had it in me
When I see you, you and he just made the efforts come with teaching
He f#ck with other men’s but they my friends so that’s okay
We’s puffing chronic back in ninety-some with Dr. Dre
Look I miss you, I’mma skip all the b#llsh#t
Whatever it take to get you back well that’s what you gon’ get
I do do great by you
Was messing with some weak cats
Give me some gold baby, you at least worth that
I get deterred back as your wide take that
I write these words cause I truthfully mean that
You do it good girl but Lynch and them f#cking with you
But they don’t wanna see it happen, they still hating on you
I’ll get you platinum baby one of these days
West Coast, that’s love
Turf my thing
This West Coast thing
It gots me running back to you
[If he ever lets you down I’mma hold you up, and spill my blood on this paper just to blow you up
This West Coast thing
It gots me running back to you
[And see your face in minute, just know I’m heating you up just reminisce about the days with gin and juice and your love
This West Coast thing
It’s been a minute since they put you on but I’mma do my best to put you back up on the map
I’m here to slide for the West
It’s been a long time coming, lady that’s for sure
I see you shine in yo sunlight and you back for more
And I’mma do what it takes to put you back on your feet
And everybody gonna know that you back on the streets
That’s real talk, let ’em know that you coming with heat
And anything in between is just obsolete
I’ll let you know I really love you with a passion, true
I’m one soldier out of many, hold it down for you
Until we make it to the top of the hill we gon’ grind
Stay focused, shake them haters and pay ’em no mind
I keep it locked and loaded, if I said it I sold it
And get ready for The Rebirth, remember who wrote it
I’m here to ride for the West, I’m gonna lie in the West
And probably lose my life and even die in the West
This West Coast thing
It gots me running back to you
[If he ever lets you down I’mma hold you up, and spill my blood on this paper just to blow you up
This West Coast thing
It gots me running back to you
[And see your face in minute, just know I’m heating you up just reminisce about the days with gin and juice and your love
This West Coast thing
Stop writing, listen
There ain’t no motherf#cking competition
Even back when we was broke without a pot to piss in
Maybe that’s the reason why these spiders keep biting
That West Coast killer Californ-i-a
Where we swinging the super-sports and play with AK spray
I remember way back still staying sucker free
Busting a capella rap home of [that Marlin GIP?
Wade love, Lynch Hung and that RBI posse
I was a lil m#th*rf#ck*r trynna build my own posse
So I stay in the booth with 80 proof and a bar joint
Spilling my insides and killing my pain with a bomb joint
Before I got shot the West Coast was speechless
But now we bringing it back, the best coast kept secret
L.A. kept the gangs and now The Bay gets hyphy
But we the central guy, the raps hustling ice
This West Coast thing
It gots me running back to you
[If he ever lets you down I’mma hold you up, and spill my blood on this paper just to blow you up
This West Coast thing
It gots me running back to you
[And see your face in minute, just know I’m heating you up just reminisce about the days with gin and juice and your love
This West Coast thing
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From the album:
Ain’t Nothin’ Like San Jo [Explicit]
Release Year: 2008