But what's it all about if in the future they shoot ya? We're all human beings, if we're cut we'll bleed And I want to see all young people succeed Do
future But what's it all about if in the future they shoot ya? We're all human beings, if we're cut we'll bleed And I want to see all young people succeed
is gonna be presidin' Lookey here, boy, from now on you're gon' be a nigger lover, boy Smile, you're gonna be a God-damned rap star You're gon' get off
when I find you Weak mutha-fuckas don't deserve to breathe How many niggas down to die for me Yeah Yeah West Coast Ridaz Comin right behind ya Should
dreams result to nightmares So I walk around the hood strapped like I don't care Truth or dare, I dare you to dis the west coast The truth is them niggas
Rip a nigga from New York to west coast, Chicago Don't give a fuck where he from He'll get beat like a drum Till this rap goes numb, seekin the hot producer
say? East coast, whatcha say?) One time for my peoples that be lovin the rhyme We keep it bubblin, even in these troublin times (West coast) [Sadat X] (West coast
Kid quick to split a nigga's wig I'm the type of nigga pop you out till you lend me a cape [skit] Rap star C-Bo; since his debut on Tupac "All Eyez on
I'm holding a drank West coast my motto toting all the dank tycoon [Chorus] [Verse 3] I be a star to those who supposed to be hoes But only hoes like
of us become stars (stars) Went from blastin' Magic Mike to grabbin' a mic Tried to sound like Spice-1 and not "Rapper's Delight" (nah) E-40 to Ice Cube The west coast
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be Steve Harvey, no you're hardly funny at all Running the game not at all
kicked the door shut Huffin and puffin cause we ran far [all] So we rushed the dressing room with the biggest star Ill-legal, y'all [C.I.A.] (West Coast
like you All the hype writers ain't spreadin in my crew Victoria told your +Secret+, we "see-through" you (YEAH) East coast, West coast, Dirty South Need
" I literally can't front, I'm back like never befo' (oh!) I'm a rap my letter to hoes Dear prostitute, I miss y'all lettin me slap my head on your nose
I got Seven Years Of bad credit If you see me wit' a TV in the back of my car Don't get twisted and start thinking I'mma spectacular star I got a TV in
Take that!) Weak niggas (Take that!) Motherfuckers (Take that!) All my bitches (Take that!) Thug niggas (Take that!) East coast (Take that!) West coast