Big West Coastin - Saint Dog: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Big West Coastin

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Big West Coastin was released on February 24, 2004 by Suburban Noize Records as a part of the album Ghetto Guide

Song Details

AlbumGhetto Guide

Release DateFebruary 24, 2004

LabelSuburban Noize Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Saint Dog

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Saint Dog

Composer

Steve Thornson

Songwriter

Ulpiano Reyes

Songwriter

Lyrics

(Green leaves) you know they're roastin'

(Champagne) it keeps on toastin'

(Bubble in my crew) we stay high postin'

Toastin' and boastin', Big West coastin'

(You're round here) ain't no one jokin'

(Talk shit) your trigger broken

(Hostile) we don't mind lockin'

Lockin' and smokin', Big West coastin'

Welcome to the coast where they made dog the most (the West Coast)

Peeps ain't friendly like Casper, the Ghost (beneath it, yeah, I know)

Yes, on the West, it seems everybody's violent

We be creepin' through your backyard silent

If you're still, you could hear the heathen breathin'

No footsteps, man, they grass up a thievin' (ring!)

So lock your doors, bro, batten down the hatches

For everyone to use at least three latches

Rest to your cost, the stereo's still cool

It's February, you're bound to get jacked

That's the way it goes, that's how the dice rolls

My man, please stay up, Para los barrios

Especially summertime, it's when they love doin' one

Barbecues, drinkin' booze in that sweet sunshine

California got all the wings full of thugs and thieves

But they all send Madonna to the kiddo's dream lit

(So, green leaves) you know they're roastin'

(Champagne) it keeps on toastin'

(Bubble in my crew) we stay high postin'

Toastin' and boastin', Big West coastin'

(You're round here) ain't no one jokin'

(Talk shit) your trigger broken

(Hostile) we don't mind lockin'

Lockin' and smokin', Big West coastin'

Now if your ride's dope, then I guarantee they're scopin' (damn!)

Leave it a lock, bro, they're hopin' it ain't open

They first class, ghetto trash, they can't pass

So don't start to pick glasses, sufferin' a management class

Leave your keys in the seat, you'll be up shit creek

If they got tired feet, it'll be up the street

Off to the chop shop and chew it up like meat

End up in the north parkin' zone, stripped to the chicken bone

Now I don't care where you're at, the downtown don't play around

Lose yourself on the map, bet and get back on track

'Cause the West pass cats, and they love to jack

Yeah, the West pass cats and they love to jack

So, better watch your back, especially after dark

You're gonna while these streets, you better have some heart

'Cause the gas might blow (bigger), and if you're not

Don't act psycho and end up in a tricycle

(Green leaves) you know they're roastin'

(Champagne) it keeps on toastin'

(Bubble in my crew) we stay high postin'

Toastin' and boastin', Big West coastin'

(You're round here) ain't no one jokin'

(Talk shit) your trigger broken

(Hostile) we don't mind lockin'

Lockin' and smokin', Big West coastin'

Little bit about me, man, I love the West

That dude of gal crossed the back of my chest

Your chest know my back, bro, I had to get strapped

So when I'm bustin' on stage, they know I love it like that

The eye of hit and set, now I'm SD rappin'

Tag my shit and switch it, so you ain't forgettin'

That I'm a motherfucker that you can't contain

That's right, big and hot stings are still the same

But enough about me, let's talk about the cities

In the Sunshine State, where the sun says I'm pretty

From SD to LA, the riverside where I stay, where we are at

Claim it boned, where we ball three times a day

Now you listen to hip-hop, then you heard it go down

Whether you're up in that building with your Z uptown

Hangin' out will help pumpin' and then kill the rock

It's all about the West, baby, it's the house style

(Green leaves) you know they're roastin'

(Champagne) it keeps on toastin'

(Bubble in my crew) we stay high postin'

Toastin' and boastin', Big West coastin'

(You're round here) ain't no one jokin'

(Talk shit) your trigger broken

(Hostile) we don't mind lockin'

Lockin' and smokin', Big West coastin'

(Green leaves) you know they're roastin'

(Champagne) it keeps on toastin'

(Bubble in my crew) we stay high postin'

Toastin' and boastin', Big West coastin'

(You're round here) ain't no one jokin'

(Talk shit) your trigger broken

(Hostile) we don't mind lockin'

Lockin' and smokin', Big West coastin'

Written by: Saint Dog, Steve Thornson, Ulpiano Reyes

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