two.nine.west

From the east to the west coast

We can all agree the west coast got the best folks, yeah

Beats so tough make ya neck choke

Whole body float, RIP, turn you to a ghost, yeah

Mashing through the city like what's hatin

Got the same name as the hard hitting Rampage Jackson

All you new bitches better tap in

Pull up to the function like **** what's hatnin

When I step out, I pop out, don't look the other way

But my head on a swivel, gotta see another day

What they talking bout, they talking bout, ain't talking bout a thang

I'm official with my whistle I'ma blow it every day

Step back for the triple, dime not a nickel

Ain't thicc enough if it ain't got a ripple

Hella mad cuz I made ya girl giggle

Hella mad cuz you know yo body little

Can't fuck wit me, Skeee Yeeee

Fell in love cuz she touching me, clutching me

When I see the homies holla out, Yeee yeee

I'm Magic, Johnson, hit a **** with a Heee Heee

Clocked in, issa work day, okay

Crucified but he rose on the third day

You can tell I want it bad, in the worse way

29 issa real **** birthday

Not Stephen A, still did it on the first take

808s make the whole damn earth shake

Poking out, got weight, guarantee that her back ache

Thought she had cake disappointed that her ass fake

Too bad, there went our only chance baby

So sad, lemme get one the Last Dance baby

Cuz she bad, that ain't no glocky in my pants baby

My bad, aye

I snatch chains like Debo, bite like Chico

She getting what she want if she Dime Papacito

Chains like Debo, bite like Chico

She getting what she want if she Dime Papacito

From the east to the west coast

We can all agree the west coast got the best folks, yeah

Beats so tough make ya neck choke

Whole body float, RIP, turn you to a ghost, yeah

From the east to the west coast

We can all agree the west coast got the best folks, yeah

Beats so tough make ya neck choke

Whole body float, RIP, turn you to a ghost, yeah