[JT] Three wheel motion around the corner on these niggaz mayne Smashin down the block, Charlie O beat in the deck Game, what it do? (What it do?)
[The Game] They love the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit The way I, push buttons make them Diablo doors lift The way I, stick and move, when I'm behind the wheel of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill The way I, peel back niggaz jerseys It ain't your life, I'm just not a big fan of James Worthy So wait 'til I see y'all, I'm real surgical with the Ruger But you won't catch my face on E.R. But you might catch them dudes from the ambulance Squattin on top of ya mans givin 'em each CPR Tryin to get 'em to "Breathe Again" like Toni Braxton Told y'all 'bout comin to Cali, with them phony accents Hollywood got movies, but it ain't no actin So wear that bling to them awards like it ain't no jackers We chain snatchers (twenty-fo' seven)
[Chorus: JT] When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive Fuckin with this cash - eat ya beats alive Cause it's all about math - eat ya beats alive When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive
[The Game] It ain't nuttin to spray you faggots Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that casket It's {*reversed*} you faggots, desperado in tact June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (holla) Come through in a grim reaper black Cadillac Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he With the ugliest, flows, money hungriest Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain't know? Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow Carry pistols, to your Sources and your Grammys Of course it's that nigga that kick down doors And leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air Forces To get my dough I come back like Air Jordan Same shot, lil' older, still no nigga can hold him Stepped back, sold crack let the Compton streets mold him Big face said I could it, he'll bet you a G
[Chorus]
[JT] See I'm the nigga with the most flow Figgaro from killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know Independent with my hustle Couldn't give a fuck money or muscle it's time to bubble West coast is the place where we holdin it down Bay area thuggin, they knowin it now I'm from the home of the Get Low, home of the get dough Home where they want mo' so niggaz get they pistol Run up in yo' back do', lookin for the cheddar cheese Canary wristwatch on celebrities Diamond bezelled iced out with hella cheese And every fuckin link is like a masterpiece Catch 'em slippin comin out the Burger King Parkin lot project life, we like to spark a lot Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain't stand it My whole block gets hard like granite
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[The Game] They love the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit The way I, push buttons make them Diablo doors lift The way I, stick and move, when I'm behind the wheel of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill The way I, peel back niggaz jerseys It ain't your life, I'm just not a big fan of James Worthy So wait 'til I see y'all, I'm real surgical with the Ruger But you won't catch my face on E.R. But you might catch them dudes from the ambulance Squattin on top of ya mans givin 'em each CPR Tryin to get 'em to "Breathe Again" like Toni Braxton Told y'all 'bout comin to Cali, with them phony accents Hollywood got movies, but it ain't no actin So wear that bling to them awards like it ain't no jackers We chain snatchers (twenty-fo' seven)
[Chorus: JT] When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive Fuckin with this cash - eat ya beats alive Cause it's all about math - eat ya beats alive When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive
[The Game] It ain't nuttin to spray you faggots Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that casket It's {*reversed*} you faggots, desperado in tact June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (holla) Come through in a grim reaper black Cadillac Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he With the ugliest, flows, money hungriest Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain't know? Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow Carry pistols, to your Sources and your Grammys Of course it's that nigga that kick down doors And leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air Forces To get my dough I come back like Air Jordan Same shot, lil' older, still no nigga can hold him Stepped back, sold crack let the Compton streets mold him Big face said I could it, he'll bet you a G
[Chorus]
[JT] See I'm the nigga with the most flow Figgaro from killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know Independent with my hustle Couldn't give a fuck money or muscle it's time to bubble West coast is the place where we holdin it down Bay area thuggin, they knowin it now I'm from the home of the Get Low, home of the get dough Home where they want mo' so niggaz get they pistol Run up in yo' back do', lookin for the cheddar cheese Canary wristwatch on celebrities Diamond bezelled iced out with hella cheese And every fuckin link is like a masterpiece Catch 'em slippin comin out the Burger King Parkin lot project life, we like to spark a lot Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain't stand it My whole block gets hard like granite
[Chorus]
[JT] Nigga
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