[Intro]
You are now tuned in, the lens zoomed in
The cameras recording, my Concord Jordans

Move from the shoes to the Trues to the Gucci belt
The COB shirt, then it move to the dude who the face of the West Coast
Let's go get 'em

Face of the West Coast
Let's go get 'em
Face of the West Coast

Let's go get 'em
Face of the West Coast
Let's go get 'em


[Verse 1]
L.A. Leakers, Justin Credible

SourMILK, let me show you how I'm built
I started off of van meese full of loud noises
Then I hit the B.E.T. Cypher

Had to show the world how wild them Southern Cal boys is
Had to give rappers in the underground voices
Then we dropped ?The Illest?, that ghetto hook with B.I

Then I had to murder the remix with Yelawolf and T.I
Slaughterhouse is hot as hell, y'all on that same ol'
But I'm like Samo, before you knew him as Jean-Michel

Basquiat; guess what I'm trying to say
Is that I'm still on the streets with it
Walking with my Ghandi gun

I'm so at peace with it
Please get it correct, Crooked's a beast with it
Flying off the turnbuckle, have you crying uncle like you and your niece did it

Uh; show me a ^!$$% who's sicker than incest
Beats get $#&@ed royally like sticking a dick in a princess
Would say I'm pushing weight like a ^!$$% who fixing to bench-press

But that %#@! older than Oprah, I told y'all I been fresh
Yeah, I goes off
You slept on me, ^!$$%s dozed off

I get it jumping in this (*##$ like a pole vault
Plus my dough talk like I'm the owner of Roc Nation
Because I'm a cold boss

On the Leaker show
Don't play this for seven days and watch 'em say
%#@! was all good just a week ago


God of the West Coast
Know the flow nice

When you're signed to Shady/Aftermath
And used to be on Death Row