Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast
heard me flow And sway let me freestyle on the wakeup show Spit over 100 bars then Miss Jones started to host That's when they start showing me love on the east coast
niggas is scared of Suge Nigga I put it down for my muthafuckin' hood With my niggas WC and Snoop, East Wood I'm surrounded by legends West Coast rap
muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York and I ain't West Coast for these
And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a beat biter Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but
'll take my part three from the hill with the tree Feel free if you'd like to come along with me To the Promised Land" "The Promised Land?" "Paradise On the West Coast Nothing
looking for girls (Bow Wow) Girls that can give me puppy love Ya know? (He, he yeah) Yeah it's going down right here West coast rock on (Come on) East coast
ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Chorus All night To my east niggas West Coast
cause we organize Logic-a-ly thinking when along's enterprise Alot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab Peace to the West Coast and the East
Chris Out The Bitches Are Too Hot The Taking There Clothes Off The yelling At Tupac 'cause I'm From The West-Side And The From The East-Coast My Niggas
reach out (to the kids) hommies on the block (citizens) hustlers on lock (what it is) the music bizz wont stop or change me (east coast) east coat i wanna thank you west coast
can do you the favor Just as long as you share with your neighbor Some like the Sour Deep, that?s an east coast way But on the west coast we all know
on and on with nothing to show But a graying face in this dying place Thats a lock in my solitude I think of a place on a faraway coast Where friends
been I've got broken bones, I'm torn from limb to limb I'd give anything just to see your ghost as I drive from the east to the west coast and nothing
no shoes on your feet I was hungry as hell & said that I needed to eat Something more than peanut butter on toast & that the sunrise looked better on the east coast
do real things [Too $hort] That's right, I been a hustler for a long time Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes I started off with nothing
: You know that East Coast girls Always say what we mean And shy Southern boys Often don't say a thing But opposites attract And you were drawn to me
