.T Ghetto bound they all know me West coast sure been good to me Home of the riders and tripple gold D's Home of the players that smoke the best tweed
of interesting faces And the dull ones make my weep Don't ask me what my sign is Instant intimacy runs cheap The ocean is so bountiful It spreads from coast to coast
he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around With a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we
Coast to Coast... Well you can talk about your lovers and your back door pimps. You can talk about your hollywood Fags. If you want to know the best
the best turns out for you and i say you you need to think this through why can't we just laugh forget and move on let's make a toast from coast to coast
reflect On the pure and simple choices That we fail to see From the worst to the best From the East Coast to the West On an never ending quest To end
my kin folk Get so many busters on the West Coast and then to say the least I see a few trick ass niggaz layin' low on the East Coast And the question
be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out Who gave the West coast mouth-to
) I'ma definitely do my best to reach out (To the kids) Hommies on the block (Citizens) Hustlers on lock (What it is) The music bizz won't stop or change me (East Coast) East Coast
way too old for that." I laughed at you and said, "You're only seventeen." And, "Are you kidding me?" You kept him cold at night standing all alone And putting up your best
nigga, even the molded I got my loaf, I got my toast Chaperone of the south, I got my coast Yeah and until I die I'm da, da, da, da da Da best rapper
**** Dark park, money and all but much more Told me go all out serve 'em all homeboy I'm a west **** a midwest **** I'm the best **** 'cause we the best
's close to post mortem It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows it's all over, these h**s is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's known as the
, but superstardom's close to post mortar It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows,
but superstardom's close to post-mortar It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows
sudden everybody got so much heart You know some shit gots to start But believe you me, between now and then A gang of motherfuckers lives gon' end But
my drive by Now I drink by the cases Till I throw up You know what? Bring another bottle Let's get tore up Cuz I don't know when this shit can end You
Ha, yuh, Dorrough music North side, South side, East Coast West Coast, Midwest From my city to yo city (Dallas, Texas) From yo hood to my hood (Say)