Verse:
westkoast in this bitch yadamean
mothafukas snitching, and bitchin, bout the way im pitching//
cause they switching, and can't be hit and leave the bat itching//
in da club going dummy, like tha bay but not looking scummy//
the gurls look hella yummy, while im filling up my tummy//
with a expensive drink, not a gay hip hop homo so not wearing pink//
then i make the whole click sink, cause we gon get down and shrink//
these fagget as hating priks, not with sticks, with guns dat have tranfix//
on the clips, time to bring up all the ships, leaving 100 dollar tips//
now to tha casino with big chips, and 2 gurl with good as lips//
you know, im like snow, when you see me you be like whoa//
cause im thuggin like death row, slling blow, since ages ago//
on the car now crusing trhough these streets, bumping with west koast beats//
the car full of suede seats, and anothey hyna that i luv under sheets//
ima lost disciple, teaching even the learinings of the bible//
even to my gangsta tribal, all up with their rifles, and me with my archetypal//
luv big boobs like kims, fuking with all my kind dats pimps//
not with wimps,you see these gurl at a glimpse, and start acting like a chimp//
while i got to her and spit, some legit, game and get her digits in just a lil bit//
i talk to her and transmit, myself without permit to her heart and it still don't quit//
until i get to the bed, then i hear the word spread, like a broken pencil led//
then im done, and gone, still a boss like killa klump, yeah ima don//
i get parties turn on, and have all you faggets with my clips withdrawn//
westkoast in this bitch yadamean
mothafukas snitching, and bitchin, bout the way im pitching//
cause they switching, and can't be hit and leave the bat itching//
in da club going dummy, like tha bay but not looking scummy//
the gurls look hella yummy, while im filling up my tummy//
with a expensive drink, not a gay hip hop homo so not wearing pink//
then i make the whole click sink, cause we gon get down and shrink//
these fagget as hating priks, not with sticks, with guns dat have tranfix//
on the clips, time to bring up all the ships, leaving 100 dollar tips//
now to tha casino with big chips, and 2 gurl with good as lips//
you know, im like snow, when you see me you be like whoa//
cause im thuggin like death row, slling blow, since ages ago//
on the car now crusing trhough these streets, bumping with west koast beats//
the car full of suede seats, and anothey hyna that i luv under sheets//
ima lost disciple, teaching even the learinings of the bible//
even to my gangsta tribal, all up with their rifles, and me with my archetypal//
luv big boobs like kims, fuking with all my kind dats pimps//
not with wimps,you see these gurl at a glimpse, and start acting like a chimp//
while i got to her and spit, some legit, game and get her digits in just a lil bit//
i talk to her and transmit, myself without permit to her heart and it still don't quit//
until i get to the bed, then i hear the word spread, like a broken pencil led//
then im done, and gone, still a boss like killa klump, yeah ima don//
i get parties turn on, and have all you faggets with my clips withdrawn//
