West Coast Shit

[Verse 1: Agerman]
Up on my block nigga, up yo' cash
Before you get your ass blast by them niggas up in cut
You better hit the gas
Cause if you don't then you gonna be another victim
Of another motherfucking murder when I let it him 'em
This strictly underground, hardcore and funkdafied
Talking all that lip you trip and slipped into a homicide
I break 'em down like twamp sacks
All I spit is flow raps
My game is unlimited like a motherfucking 24 track
Duck and dodge while these bullets eject
You get your shirt wet
Thought a nigga was coming soft but nigga I'm coming erect
Reject, this nigga right here gotta get mine
Don't think about bogarting cause this nigga ight here got a flow 9
Make me blow my top
I'll be offy with my chop
Hickory dickory fuck the doc
Back up in your ass like some hot
Recognize
Niggas like me is so deep in this hit
When you see me bumping
I'm gon' be bumping that west coast shit

[Hook]
(West coast)
That'll have your trunk thumping
West coast shit
The only thing that I be bumping
(West coast)
West coast shit
Giving my niggas what they want
West coast shit
3X Krazy bringing funk

[Verse 2: B.A.]
Just another liquor store mission
Hennessy sipping
Niggas be itching, indeed set tripping
I don't know why
I'm hella high fucking with these wise guys
Tripping off last night
I got a pint of Hennessy on my mind
So I'm kinda perving
Swerving
Leaving the liquor sto'
Peeping a thicker ho
Nigga them dank to drank
The joint some herb
Thinking of nouns and verbs
I [?] upon my face while chase E&J
I see on [?] cause I'm serving the whole shop
Who's the tightest?
With that flow full of gold that's touching your soul like King Midas
Not the nicest nigga so grab yo' shit
The underachiever that'll leave ya need ya heater
Stripped then zipped
And off that lip
That you talk ain't bought one bit
Cause you'se a loser, feud along [?] would need a few good men
And in the end, I leave 'em all restless
(Why?)
It's just that funk from the O coming straight from the west

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak]
It's that west coast shit
The only thing that I be bumping
In a Firebird 450 Pioneer straight slumping
If it ain't rough it ain't 3 X Krazy
From the O.A.K.L.A.N.D
So see I be flowing like a motherfucker
Leave you on your back, off the 'yay
Draped in all black and sneaking on the attack
I let my Flowamatic spray when I choose
You lose, fuck hooks
I'm the man when I flow like that
Like this you miss
Now you gots to kiss my fist
I piss on y'all trash
To let you know don't ever put me to the fucking test
So ladies that's right
I'll strip him, put his ass to rest
It's the sneaker freak funk from free
Never ate the peach
But I fuck this ho on the beach
About to reach the Rich & Famous like Robin Leach
You try to touch my style but you can't nigga, deal with it
Here come the Flow 9, my flow, niggas I kill with it
I'm still grabbing up my nuts, quick fast
Still flash on these goofy ho sluts
My Flowamatic cock back
Hood full of rat who be stepping back
Thugging, talking 'bout "That nigga strapped!"
The flow don't quit
So nigga don't ask me too quick
If you do I'll wind up something you and your crew
Whatchu wanna do? My fist lie
On the bwoy, like a pimp
When I'm riding through the town
Bumping that west coast shit

[Hook]