Intro

Radio DJ

Attention

Attention bitches and gentlemen

I'd like to welcome you on a journey.

a journey of pimps, hos, scallywags, no gooders, thieves, chronic smokers, and cognac sippers..

and the bitch ass, mutha fuckin police.

Now you know we fittin to set it off right here on the hour.

So all you trick ass marks, and you mark ass tricks gotta do.

is roll up a fat mother fuckin blunt, kick the fuck back.and shut the fuck up.

Welcome to the west coast.

Yo, I woke up in Venice and lost focus, yo

Love's strong, hate weaker than ass smokers, yo

The home of Ice and Dre, I'm in De La coaters

Power shifts: pink slips on Range Rovers

John Travolta Don't Get Caught Up, I'm homicidal

Ran outta hits? How can I help ya? Play suicidal

Take 'em out and leave on arrival

Kendrick can, ask that question of your wack idols

Yo, searchin' for gold, back before my wifey came

I used to say: "All my enemies could eat each other"

When they put me in the game, man, I could never change

Now I'm lookin' at these lames: "All my enemies could eat each other"

Gunnins chopped 'em, then offed him

Summon Bape's and then cost 'em

Thinkin' you somethin', you'll soften

Bringin' your cousins, they all twin

Son-in-law, fish and fishes eat each other

Trappin', that's from his oldest brother, yo, uh

Eatin' Skittles on Hitter's Island

Every half a killer put kills behind it

Heads off my parade, set sail, that's peace of mind

Bring gold inside, so it all can be benign

Twisted spines, wrists twist for the highest degree

In between tables, the L.T.D

Uh, ask for entry to the embassy

Roll a bassline in B minors for memory

And I hope it's goin' well, bro, keep sendin' your love

Hittin' targets 'til they're buried, go purchase your scrub

Cuttin' words instead of herbs, yo, just pardon my verbs

Bringin' down the kingdom makes the empire birth

So it will be first

Holler if you heard me put a dollar with it

Feel this joint so hard, you think there's cartridges in it

Dodging midnight hoes, throw a chop with a flame

E.A.P on the album, so you now know the name,

it's the West

Just let 'em know, my ****, don't say nuthin' at all, nah-mean?

sticky mutha fuckin notes.

west coast.