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[Intro] Sup Fred? Gangsta shit West Coast... [Verse One]Niggas with hepatitis Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis Infected selected neglected ejected And next time ya hit the West You could best believe, believe the best, motha FUCK the rest What you supposed to be snatchin'? You comin' to a world of punctured hearts and jackin' Lethal illegal overseein' the [??] be like seagulls Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles The end of the sequel I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name: Mothafuck D Mothafuck M Only X I know is Xzibit or RBX Extraordinary, trynna snatch my bitch You can have the bitch, two bitches gettin' rich Just to come to the West Coast and get stripped down Beat to death and stripped, all over a bitch Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent I love New York, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't shit New York They actin' like a bitch New York Buckshot, Noreaga, Jigga - cool Canibus, Wu-Tang, my niggas - cool Def Squad and Def Jam, but fuck Ja Rule Irv Gotti I can't wait for Raekwon to break fool Trynna sign Daz, nigga Daz ll sign you And when you hit the West, this is what we gon' do: Get ya'll niggas, slap ya'll niggas like bitches Dippin' through the hood on switches I just bought me a Cadillac last week Wit' a new bitch since my old bitch tweaked Naw homeboy, the game just ain't the same If you wanna know, Kurupt said it, and I'm Callin' Out Names [Break] scratching* "Never did like him" You know what?" *scratching* "Fuck, fuck, fuck all ya'll" [Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ] It's for my niggas and my bitches, my bitches and all my niggas, my niggas and my bitches, my bitches and all my niggaaaass!" Callin' Out Names! (Now if it wasn't for the West, these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest) Now if it wasn't for the West, these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest) [Verse 2] I don't give a fuck Catch me in da hood all blue Chucks, gangbanged the fuck out Cuz Only thing I like that Ryde Ruff is Eve And all the rest of ya'll niggas who Ryde Ruff get these I'mma tell you one mo' time and I won't say it again Kurupt said it mothafucka from beginnin' to end You salamander-ass caterpillar-ass mothafucka Fake-ass busta-ass fake killa mothafucka If it wasn't for the West, these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest for they chest Quoted from a fucka homie X The Lox ya'll my mothafuckas, can't forget ya'll And that's spoken on from the mothafuckin Dogg All the rest of ya'll, tell ya like this Eat a fat dick bitch I'm Callin Out Names! [Break] Fuck Ruff Ryder Fuck The Firm Fuck Belly Kurupt says fuck em [Chorus] Nigga, now if I didn't say yo name, then this ain't for you But if you try to speak then I'mma peel the paint for you I cause brain tumors, thinkin' of a thought to think Lettin' off caliber's til the chamber need to be changed Empty out, simply don't tempt me, I empty out until everything in this mothafucka's gone I empty house off of empty rounds Now what the fuck you gotta say? What the fuck you wanna see? The homie's on my K I never worry bout none of ya'll so why now? I run it through and this is how you do it Dogg Pound (ROOF!) The Gang, we master blast and maintain Weed money cocaine got us all insane Bitch niggas remember even though the times may change I want Kurupt said it nigga, and I'm Callin' Out Names [Break] *scratching* "Never did like him" "You know what?" *scratching* All ya'll! "Fuck, fuck, fuck allya'll" Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ] It's for my niggas and my bitches, my bitches and all my niggas, my niggas and my bitches, my bitches and all my niggaaaass!" West Coast! Bout Time! (Now if it wasn't for the West, these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest) Let's start! Coasta' nigga! (Now if it wasn't for the West, these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest) Holla at'cha boy On the West Coast get at me homie! (Now if it wasn't for the West, these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
