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See im a G from head to toe
The whole West to let you know
Got a that seeks Namonia
Never i live California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, gold degons
hustle gangsters banging
whatch fo you wear and watch for u hangin
whatch for you its B's and C's
is G's is more than palm trees and weed
is more movie stars and models
is more than Holleywood and Roscoes
like east-side browns pat and vato
take it up north to the bay we ghosts ride out locs
your boy colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side show 24's on shure box
gass stepped brake everybody shake it lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that move me call it baywatch
and i'm youck the boss
24's on the yeah it cost a floss
Venn this bitch that you yeah sho toss the boss
was the straight without the sauce?
it off

westside G's throw your setzi
and represent from felix midgeon
to my dudes in the to my youngsters in groovy
ice cubes on my pack a mac10 uzzy
only pussy vertical like AMG
cause its funky like DOC
young like Eazy-E
and the whole Cali will love it like and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and Kurupt raised gin the DPG
i used to pack a hammer tricked eye
y'all make me a rapper a hammer a eye
i like my mommma new banging too shorts
in 86' when rappers all new born
cool man spice one thing
Richie Rich for boss
niggaz slanging the
but on is like keep the sneak
we get that mailman like 40 bleed the
out Cali..

REG IME LBC yeah me
i do been high the day of dust shack
the done fashion bricks and big masters
gone coes got swagged your big dad
gang started with the tribe to plee at
kicked at door ripped up the floor
first to rap for Sign Moore
now be back take a look and it
the Julio Cezar chapped before rap shit
to inverce my toughts i'm a classic
all rap daddy on your caskets