West Coast Livin

West coast livin
Its that west coast livin

I speak peace to my peeps but the pain endures
When somebody you love already walked through Heaven's doors
And you won't see them till you meet him on the other side
Until then it's heavy blunts in this .45
Killa Cali, got beasts in the streets
Yellin' westside when we ride, this ain't for TV
Red and Blue rags and that ski mask, beanie
for these funds Niggas still rockin' the murder ones
Evade the fakes, the ones that's in your face
Laughin' at you when you walk away
Hope you go to hell and wish you well In the same day
I'm destined for greatness Speak positive affirmation

West coast livin
Its that west coast livin

Writin' lyrics, pourin' liquid in my cup
Hennessy make a nigga wanna stunt
Pour a glass or two, I guarantee she wanna fuck
Just bring a jimmy, cause all these hoes is sluts

Money makin' in the vacant apartment
Money takin' if these hoes niggas tryna start shit
Smash with bats when we goin' for the bag
Be easy, unless you wanna own a tow tag
Speak briefly, and don't be sneaky
Before I spill you like a martini
Give it up, or your ass is gettin' in the trunk

West coast livin
Its that west coast livin

To cope with the pain, we smokin' the best strains
Get turnt out, livin' this California dream
To cope with the pain, we smokin' the best Strains
Get turnt out, livin' this California dream

The coldest niggas get froze when triggers get pulled
Snitch niggas get exposed and think it's some bull
On that road to independent gold
Pimp your pen and focus on your bankroll
Cause you know,
Big choppers, no doctors No leg shots, certified headshotters
Made a promise to the gang when niggas was young
Patting pockets, break a nigga, eye socket for fun

Get a grip, focus on the flip of any product you sellin',
Niggas be tellin
So leave your dirt by your lonely
And keep it real with yourself
While these other motherfuckers stay phony

West coast livin
Its that west coast livin



Credits
Writer(s): Booker Jones
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