I smoke like the caterpillar in the Wonderland

I load the bowl and I snap it quicker than rubber bands

Stacking chips up, making hits without a bat and pitcher

To some I am, Jack the Ripper, the Son of Sam

The ratchet gripper, rapper killer

Their bodies found in the rapids of the Willamette river after winter

If you sketch, then take ten paces

Draw blanks (click), you feel that burning sensation

Ooh, like Mobb-fucking-Deep

But I'm Ghostface Killah when the law come for me

We are underground, but we are not underneath

Northwest, we make it rain on a hot summer's eve (tell 'em)

All the hate aside, you couldn't understand our way of life

It takes a certain savvy state of mind

The wild wild West had its place in time

I'm mad I never even had the chance to say goodbye

It's a West coast ride, left coast, right

Y'all get left (what?)

That's how it goes down

It's a West coast ride, left coast, right

Y'all get left (yes)

I live the only way I know how

This a West coast ride, left coast, right

Y'all get left (hah)

They say we lowdown

This a West coast ride, left coast, right

Y'all get left

We hold it down

We got y'all addicted like blow, you want more

From show to the encore, we know what you come for

We flow the uncut raw, ten soldiers with guns drawn

An illustration of what's wrong, simulation of war

The type of shit they pat you down for at the front door

This heaven metal penetrating you, but no blood pours

Yet your life's not promised, it's unsure

Can get cut short, death'll hunt you down just for sport

So I smoke blunts 'til my lungs get sore

Get high followed by paranoid and insecure

This a double-edged sword that I wield

That sorta feels like I'm under a sorcerer's spell

I mean, what else besides magic could explain

How this death ever walks along a path that isn't flames

Feel the wrath that is my hate

Feel the passion in my brother

Flash flood of acid rain to melt the face off motherfuckers

It's a West coast ride, left coast, right

Y'all get left (what?)

That's how it goes down

It's a West coast ride, left coast, right

Y'all get left (yes)

I live the only way I know how

This a West coast ride, left coast, right

Y'all get left (hah)

They say we lowdown

This a West coast ride, left coast, right

Y'all get left (yeah)

We hold it down

In every state that I've been in

I'm like, "Northwest, Fresh Coast"

That's the state of mind I'm in

And I don't think they got a clue of my true capabilities

But I don't hate my enemies 'cause that's a waste of energy

I keep 'em close and watch 'em with an eagle's eye

I learn their weaknesses though, that's where the secret lies

So if they flip and turn on me I won't be surprised

I see the eyes of the wolves through the sheep's disguise

And take all threats with extreme prejudice

So beef deaded if death is a prerequisite

You better know, I've never been a sucka man

Throwing up a dub with a weapon in my other hand

That's why it's hard to trust me

'Cause if don't throw shots, it's probably something sharp and rusty

I'm on the wild wild West though, what you expect?

My style's Fresh Coast, I'ma be hustling to death

I'm like

It's West coast ride, left coast, right

Y'all get left (what?)

That's how it goes down

This a left coast ride, Northwest, right, Westside (yes)

I live the only way I know how

This a left coast ride, West coast side

Northwest (hah)

They say we lowdown

But the Northwest like Westside, North coast, right

We hold it down

It's that Northwest fresh shit

Holding it down

It's that Northwest fresh shit

Sandpeoples, holding it down

It's that Northwest fresh shit

Holding it down

It's that Northwest fresh shit

Sandpeoples, holding it down