[Yukmouth]
Haha... I can`t believe you niggaz
You can`t be serious
You really thought since `Pac died the West coast fell the fuck off, huh?
You thought since Dre ain`t made a album, we flopped?
Fuck that shit nigga!
Rap-A-Lot for life nigga!
Yukmouth nigga!
West Coast don nigga!
What`s wit it punk?!
It`s nuthin to a boss nigga!
We been ridin on dubb`s that spin nigga!
We been poppin bottles, nigga, since `Pac was alive nigga
The West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks!
[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 cocky, 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 shit drop
[Chorus - Benjilino]
To roll around on 24`s
wit plenty millions in a vouge
everything a nigga want..
It`s nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a nigga 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 dykes
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 nigga want..
It`s nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a nigga 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 nigga want..
It`s nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a nigga froze
custom rides wit 310`s
until I die it`s all West coast
It`s nothin big to a boss!
