Artist: G'Fellas f/ Frost, MNMsta (Foesum) Album: Crime Stories Song: West Coast Rocks Typed by: Wammy Giveaway Hook: [Nino] Now we got to show you how the west coast rocks [Slow] Oh, what a pity, we mobbin' through your city [Nino] Now we got to show you how the west coast rocks [Slow] Oh, what a pity, we mobbin' through your city (Verse 1) [A.L.T.] Now I got to show you how the west coast rocks With more punch than them twelve gauge shots, we got knots Hundred dollar bills, nothin' less than a fifty Nine Impala, you the kid, I'm the father Makin' money, fuck cream, it's a east coast dream To be platinum Show me that fool, and I'm flatten him Who rocks the best in the west Well it's kind of hard to say Cause there's plenty of us Too many of us [Nino Brown] Just tryin' to be that psycho, loco, my skin colored cocoa Puffin' on my import, then I smoke on my vocal Fool, I, knew, you, can't, do What, we, do, on the west C, fool So what, to the nitty gritty one time We in the rage on the front page, L.A. Times So check, 'fore you step, to my city It's the bandit, left handed, I gets busy, fool Repeat Hook Twice (Verse 2) [Frost] Fuck that, and take it to the streets of Killer Cali, the place where the gats pop Ask me am I crazy, I say "Of course" I don't give a fuck, peep the situation Cause it's that shit that we be doin' when we run a operation And it's that mad shit, we be doin' bad shit And fuckin' around with us'll leave your ass in the casket [MNMsta] Now we put the mash down like some gangstas Ridin' with straps with hollow points in the chamber Poundin' on that ass, and we comin' servin' heat In the switches, bustin' three wheel motion down the streets So regulators, mount up, cause out here, we hit missions For the homeys in the hoods, and the Gs in the prisons Shizzam From the Foe, in out here, it's do or die Comin' from that wild west coast, home of the drive-bys Repeat Hook Twice (Verse 3) [Nino Brown] O.G.Enius, I be this, maniac Crack a brew on them busters that don't know how to act A., L., T., big, daddy (???) dub, Klev, rock the beat, homey Creep to my way, then I'm a do the dirt Trey G's, say please, the nina might hurt Nine times out of ten, we gon' do 'em in this Them G-Spot, thrillers, let the games begin [A.L.T.] Now in the west, you could feel the breeze, kick it with the G's Or lounge with the homey sippin' 40 Oz's In the S, the G, the V, I'm feelin' kind of bent But it's still the place that I represent Cause when the west is in the house, oh my God You better not And tell your bitch to stop ridin' on my rod, cause When we come through, we make your crew feel shitty It's a pity G-Spot rock in {*New York City*} Repeat Hook Til Fade