Ice Cube, WC, Young Maylay - Too West Coast lyrics
Ice Cube [O'Shea Jackson Sr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ice Cube, WC, Young Maylay - Too West Coast lyrics]
My ego, is big as Heathrow
Yep, this elite flow, easy as a free throw
Yes this negro, is rather lethal
You about as lethal, as a mojito
Be my amigo, eat my burrito
You a fuckin' seagull, up in Fred Segal
I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat
Murder's what she wrote, this is mo' evil
This is less than zero, don't be a hero
Nigga I'm a pharaoh, with double barrels
Goose bumps, hair rose
When I shoot these arrows
At your Camaros, rollin' down Melrose
Still down with ElCos 'til
The fuckin cell close
Nigga don't test me
You're gonna fail those
They should arrest me
Blow like Dizzy Gillespie
I don't aim where yo' vest be (bang)
I'm too hot, to stop
Walkin up with two Glocks
Way more than two shots
That'll make your roof drop
House shoes, blue top
Money like I move rocks
Dissin will get you socked
And yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped
By this old school new shot
G niggas still keep my weed in a shoebox
Dippin rollin through blocks
Dippin while the crew pops
Eatin chicken dinners in my
Cutoffs and tube socks
Play my shit a lot of deejays they do not
Cause me and bitch niggas don't
Mix like two cocks
Who knocks with them pocket
Rockets that'll shoot dots
Have your skull on the
News lookin like goulash
When they ask who the top
Don't mention us as foolish
Eat yo' ass up like a pack of barracudas
Put the barrel to ya, like we never knew ya
Send the metal through ya
Da Lench Mob shooters
I know vatos and they get popped most
Niggas that flip mo' chicken than Roscoes
Squattin down the block low
Hop in that hot fo'
And I can spot Po's when
They not in cop clothes
Squabble with the combos, Maylay got those
Crates or case
Box loads like they came from Costco's
They be poppin bottles, we knockin hollows
Promise by tomorrow I can
Have the spot closed
Talkin pronto, somethin like a lotto
Chips and cheese fuck meat
Nigga these nachos
Speakin on guap' though
Cause that's a combo
Keep my green on the side
Like it was cilantro
Comin with the honchos
That's in a stock Rolls
And everythang up out they mouth
Is like the gospel
It won't stop flow oh I'm not though
Lench Mob, big swanger
Don't bang is the motto
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me
- I'm too West Coast
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me
- I'm too West Coast
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me
- I'm too West Coast
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me
- I'm too West Coast
The Grand Wizard
Ice Cube
(I am the West, Cube)
(Got another one)
(I be tellin these niggas and
Bitches on the bottom)
(They need to drink some of this Kool-Aid)
(Drink the Kool-Aid bitch~)
Yep, this elite flow, easy as a free throw
Yes this negro, is rather lethal
You about as lethal, as a mojito
Be my amigo, eat my burrito
You a fuckin' seagull, up in Fred Segal
I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat
Murder's what she wrote, this is mo' evil
This is less than zero, don't be a hero
Nigga I'm a pharaoh, with double barrels
Goose bumps, hair rose
When I shoot these arrows
At your Camaros, rollin' down Melrose
Still down with ElCos 'til
The fuckin cell close
Nigga don't test me
You're gonna fail those
They should arrest me
Blow like Dizzy Gillespie
I don't aim where yo' vest be (bang)
I'm too hot, to stop
Walkin up with two Glocks
Way more than two shots
That'll make your roof drop
House shoes, blue top
Money like I move rocks
Dissin will get you socked
And yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped
By this old school new shot
G niggas still keep my weed in a shoebox
Dippin rollin through blocks
Dippin while the crew pops
Eatin chicken dinners in my
Cutoffs and tube socks
Play my shit a lot of deejays they do not
Cause me and bitch niggas don't
Mix like two cocks
Who knocks with them pocket
Rockets that'll shoot dots
Have your skull on the
News lookin like goulash
When they ask who the top
Don't mention us as foolish
Eat yo' ass up like a pack of barracudas
Put the barrel to ya, like we never knew ya
Send the metal through ya
Da Lench Mob shooters
I know vatos and they get popped most
Niggas that flip mo' chicken than Roscoes
Squattin down the block low
Hop in that hot fo'
And I can spot Po's when
They not in cop clothes
Squabble with the combos, Maylay got those
Crates or case
Box loads like they came from Costco's
They be poppin bottles, we knockin hollows
Promise by tomorrow I can
Have the spot closed
Talkin pronto, somethin like a lotto
Chips and cheese fuck meat
Nigga these nachos
Speakin on guap' though
Cause that's a combo
Keep my green on the side
Like it was cilantro
Comin with the honchos
That's in a stock Rolls
And everythang up out they mouth
Is like the gospel
It won't stop flow oh I'm not though
Lench Mob, big swanger
Don't bang is the motto
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me
- I'm too West Coast
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me
- I'm too West Coast
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me
- I'm too West Coast
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me
- I'm too West Coast
The Grand Wizard
Ice Cube
(I am the West, Cube)
(Got another one)
(I be tellin these niggas and
Bitches on the bottom)
(They need to drink some of this Kool-Aid)
(Drink the Kool-Aid bitch~)