[Intro: Solomon Childs]
East coast, west coast, east coast (yeah, man)

East coast, west coast
East coast, west coast, east coast (uh)
East coast, west coast

West coast (all the ladies)
East coast, west coast (get 'em)
West coast, east coast

East coast (uh-huh), west coast, east coast (yeah)
East coast, west coast


[Solomon Childs]
From Junior's to Roscoe's
From Venice Beach to crates of Corona's from Kosko's

Maryland and VA late nights, these freak (*##$es got lasso's
Type of (*##$es take it more in they $$#holes
From Detroit to Texas, frontin' in St. Louis

Playin' Nelly in your Lexus
But it's all good, cuz the money got your groove vibrating
On the track, Mardi Gras, like we out in New Orleans

ATL, the (*##$es blowin' out, when they be balling
San Diego to Sacramento, we jingling baby
Two shots of Henny got us mingling, baby

We kill a ^!$$%, for platinum bound
Front, so ya baby momma can watch ya !@$)got $$# swallow the pound
And ain't it something, how these mother$#&@ers never bite nothing

But stay hollering, how they bloodhounds, another ^!$$% done bit
You want the Theodore Unit to act up, whoodie
Get yourself all shot up, whoodie


[Chorus x2: Solomon Childs]
Another ^!$$% done bit, another ^!$$% done bit

Running his mouth...
Another ^!$$% done bit, walking the wrong route
I told you about that fronting on ^!$$%z