West Coast
    (专辑: Scarle†† Sage - 2013)
    
    Oh oh oh, you know oh oh  Oh oh oh, you know oh oh  Jezzy, it's like (it's like)   Damn right, yeah, I 
love this street  Hollywood, baby, home of the 
freaks  Yeah girl, you the 
freak of the 
week  If you don't love west coast  Then you don't smoke best dope  And you don't get XOs  Your girlfriend at our next show  It's like oh, California (California)  It's summertime (summertime)  My top lit back, and we unwind (unwind)  And this one fine (so fine)  And you are too  Let's go to the 
beach with a 
drink to us each and yeah  Do what we do  We'll meet up with the 
gang and toast this shit  We the 
fliest out, yeah I 
told you bitch  Yeah, I 
told you bitch  Get this shit right, yeah I 
told you bitch  And this my type of party  Dom just got it started  And Nipsey up next and I 
gonna grab a 
drink but you know I 
didn't get carded  We the 
home of the 
kings  Roll with some G's  Khakis with a 
crease  'Pac rest in peace  Yeah, west coast   Champagne for my real friends  Real pain for my fake friends  I 
don't shake hands  I 
don't make friends  I 
just hide my face behind Ray Bans  Oh oh oh  You know oh oh  Not happy, 'less I'm up in the 
west coast  CÎROC in here for my real friends  No shots in here for my fake friends  You can hate man, I 
don't make amends  I 
just live my life, I 
don't take from them  Oh oh oh  You know oh oh  Not happy, 'less I'm up in the 
west coast   Damn right, yeah I 
love my town  LA, baby, put it down  Everybody wanna come around  But if you don't love Cali you don't love at all  You never see love because this where those birds fall  Like falling out on top  Come with Jezzy baby, because I 
call those shots  And I'm dropping those tops  And I'm rocking those spots  And I'm riding around the 
city with a 
beat that knock  I 
beat that up  Beat that up  Lay her on the 
ground, I 
sweep that up  I 
pick that up, I 
slow it down  Pour four up in my cup  But I'm rolling around these parts with a 
big old thing  No big old chain  Just a 
big old ring  And a 
tight fit cap that's blue and white  Oh yeah and my big old gang  Anybody wanna sign a 
deal  Then you sign a 
deal with my fam for real  Because my camp will kill for the 
love that we got and feel (oh)  Yeah, some one need a 
mill  It's my gang  It's my team  It's my life  It's my dream  Yeah, west coast   Champagne for my real friends  Real pain for my fake friends  I 
don't shake hands  I 
don't make friends  I 
just hide my face behind Ray Bans  Oh oh oh  You know oh oh  Not happy, 'less I'm up in the 
west coast  CÎROC in here for my real friends  No shots in here for my fake friends  You can hate man, I 
don't make amends  I 
just live my life, I 
don't take from them  Oh oh oh  You know oh oh  Not happy, 'less I'm up in the 
west coast