Know My Style (West Coast)

Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West

Hold up, hold up, you know what
Ya'll cats wanna run up when I role up
Ya'll talk real hard when you play thug
But on the West we rep, we show love
Phone up, tell em who you request
MadMak, yeah he moved to the West
To find minds, who be calm and relaxed
Putting cash in crop, yeah the West is back
Check it out now, who you kidding
I'm a shark, I was born swimming
Megalodon, hybrid breed
Y'all want a piece of this delicacy
I got style line for line
I got a look, that could change some minds
Sparks fly when I make a toast
You gotta know my style it moves the West Coast

Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West

Yeah ye yeah
MD I switched to a Rude style
Even picked myself up a Rude gal
Look down from a cosmic place
I contemplate, my skill obligates
I am often great while you postulate
Pause while we wait for you to ovulate
An awkward trait of forgotten race
I don't even think you've got a proper case
I'm a dead sinner in a sick facade
I pick your squad apart while I dick ya broad
Oh, Oh, Oh god believe me
I don't make moves I move the meeting
I don't see any of you dudes competing
Flash in the pan, the truth is fleeting
Me and my team remove the ceiling
Recognize our style now that we're leaving

Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Know, know, know

No loot with a candy taste
Bill handy with a bill to the face
MD you know he lace that bass
The West Coast you know I love this place
Can't stop, can't hold me down
Dubs up, middle finger go round
Let it boom in a city of sound
I ain't king of the city but I'll fight for the crown
I've grown up, a commercial man
Got a lot of love for, East Van
East 8th, got a hundred behind us
We independent no need to sign us
Got Stylust, on the mix
Master craft, when he hit the kill switch
Stitch it up with a slap and dap
Its a West Coast riddim and I'm taking it back

Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Know, know, know, know my style
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West
Had to move to the West

I put that heart back in Van
I'm an East Side man
On the West Coast no doubt
Take a shot, puff and I'm out
I put that heart back in Van
I'm an East Side man
On the West Coast no doubt
Take a shot, puff and I'm out