(feat. Benjilino)

[Yukmouth]

Haha... I can't believe you ^!$$%z
You can't be serious
You really thought since 'Pac died the West coast fell the $#&@ off, huh?

You thought since Dre ain't made a album, we flopped?
$#&@ that %#@! ^!$$%!
Rap-A-Lot for life ^!$$%!

Yukmouth ^!$$%!
West Coast don ^!$$%!
What's wit it punk?!

It's nuthin to a boss ^!$$%!
We been ridin on dubb's that spin ^!$$%!
We been poppin bottles, ^!$$%, since 'Pac was alive ^!$$%

The West Coast is back you !@$)got $$# $#&@s!

[Verse 1]

I'm from the West Coast and never-ever crip-walk
I'm like the Bird Man, platinum grill, big cross
an I'm tryin to sell a few mill like Kris Kross

I'm ultra @@#!y, tell a chicken get lost
diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off
I let clips off

ya whole click soft
what you know about a hundred on a wrist watch
twenty on ya chicks watch

loungin Gucci flip flops
and I bang in the club like Rick Rock
Yuk show you how to rock that real thug hip-hop

they ride lo-lo's
Yukmouth flip drops
off the floor every year is a whip hop

menage-a-trios all year if ya chick jock
with ten karats in my ear like big shot
Godzilla get the scrilla like Chris Rock

an I'ma bring the West back when my %#@! drop

[Chorus: Benjilino]

To roll around on 24's
wit plenty millions in a vouge
everything a ^!$$% want..

It's nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a ^!$$% froze
custom rides wit 310's

until I die it's all West coast
It's nothin big to a boss!


[Verse 2]
Yeah... if you gon' do it, do it right
I'm in the blue and white

rally striped Vipe leavin Peanuts wit a crew of !@()s
Tuesday night I got my game together
I'm dangerous fella

my rims spin like plane propellers
an I'm down wit Prince James forever
Rap-A-Lot fo' lia (life)

Yukmouth, Scarface an Tela
and ya'll know Yuk is off the meter
for all you non-believers

I spark the heater
I'm what you call a block leader
Why you hatin?

I roll through ya radio station wit Gary Payton
in a franchise Lac outside on cherry Dayton's
an rock the new blue Burberry

make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh
my cars talk back like Michael Knight
I got a hunderd on a Roy Jones and Tyson fight

you wanna roll wit baller, well tonight's ya night
I rock ice cause the price is right
step it up hater. Yeah


[Chorus]
To roll around on 24's

wit plenty millions in a vouge
everything a ^!$$% want..
It's nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a ^!$$% froze
custom rides wit 310's

until I die it's all West coast
It's nothin big to a boss!

[Verse 3]
Every day I'm poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag

fourty G's in a Gucci bag, I'm coppin a Jag
two-hundred G's in a Louie bag, I'm coppin a pad
wit the dragon shaped tool in the bag
What you know about that?!
What you know about chronic an Hypnotic

coppin Lamborghini's from 310 an Simbalic
drop stretch Hummers, twenty-four inch rims on it
[???] skin interior wit the suede trim on it, wait!
I came in the game wit mobsta tales
I hit Mr. Chow's for meals, crack lobster tails

at the mall wit a model who only buys Chanelle
you wish I fell, but I prevail, Yukmouth is ill
I rock the 'Wheels of Fortune' like Pat Sajack
in a black Maybach
I'm tryin to bring the Bay back
in a A's throw back and a A's hat

Yuk a beast, and bleach couldn't fade that!
What?!

[Chorus]
To roll around on 24's
wit plenty millions in a vouge
everything a ^!$$% want..

It's nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a ^!$$% froze
custom rides wit 310's
until I die it's all West coast
It's nothin big to a boss!