[Chorus:]
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Now these West Coast players and we love to ball...
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And these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
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And them East Coast killas ought to represent
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And when we ride together we're gonna kill some shit...
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[Verse 1]
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I got my mind made up, I'm strapped and I'm riddin high
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West Side till I die, money multiplied
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Down and dirty hooked up with my phones
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Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
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And we blow big candy cane
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Playa hattin dirty Mex don't understand tha game
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Baby beach, baby beth, latino's if ever do you gang bang
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I can't do it cause I'm all about my money man
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Hoggin and doggin cheddar cheese full of scratch
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And got them super fly fish tags full of tash
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That's how we do it, hustle fluit runnin through my veins
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I got soldiers that'll dump for a little change...
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[Carlos Coy]
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Ring around the police, pockets full of hoezies
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It's the wizard tha 36 ozies
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Swingin n swervin jealous man's burden
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Hoe's see my ride and wanna say they a virgin
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20 inch turnin keep they heart hurtin
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H-town city slicker, buy my German
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Sippin' on bourban, back woods a burnin'
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Back in the days I couldn't get one wordin
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Now I park valet wit boys outta Cali
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Playas on pro's like the mother fuckin valley
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If you were me, u'd be surrounded by security
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Dope House, known for our purity
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
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17 shots pulled back an squeeze
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Take Keys break 'em down the o's and p's
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And I'll ball like a mother fuckin' C-fee toe
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I'm laced in this bitch like PCP, with SPM, and LOW-G
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Down with the click, I'm Baby Beesh
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and I'm a Hillwood Hustla 'til I die motherfucker
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I'ma grind in L.A. 'til my very last day
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It's a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, please believe it
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I guess that's the reason I roll with my rival
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And like I said big frost is a hard act to follow...
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[3rd verse - Rasheed]
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It's the - Philly Alumni
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on the drum I, come I
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wit the type of funk that make a sucka cry
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but he need no paper to fly
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I ain't gon' lie,
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my organization down wit World Wide Hustlaz
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gettin' sick, wit Salty Waters' Lifestyl livin' life-a
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the homie force that's gon' hop up on the plane
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seize, that Baby Beesh without the west coast mary jane
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on the east coast, they're going whacko for that stack of paper
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on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and they stack that paper
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we screamin' YAAY YAAY
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wit the baskets full of blaze
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South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin' power moves ev-ery day
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cashin' in the money,
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like Universal comin' wit Def Jam
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and do a hater we gon' have to...
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[Chorus x2]
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[Low G]
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It's yo boy Low G from the center of the planet
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I feel it get crunk and take control like Janet
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When you hear the hit, what show you gonna jam in
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Can't hang with the bandit, haters can't stand it
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Recommended a mendez, ta win dis
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The Menace most worse that Dennis
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Mmmmm, Me entiendes? Raches apendes
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Remember me Low-G from the block of rock
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Second war with the nine millemeter glock
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Keep it endless, stayin friendless
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Cali flex the next
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Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed and the South Park Mex...
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[Chorus x2]
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West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast
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South Park Mexican |