Текст песни
Kontagious, kontagious, kontagious, kontagious
Hit the block, with a fucking pack In the backpack, fast track, cash stack
Flip it in the fuckin' hatchback Phone ping twice, got a fiend in the back
Callie meet him in the dark With a strap, with a trash hat
Slide too smooth with the work in the duffel Muscle in the game, never talk, never shuffle
Fuckin' insane, keep my head low When the lights flash blue
Gotta dip, round the corner See the task force move, fuckin' fools
West coast guns with the Glock on top And the price go up when the drought hit, bruh
Three cell phone and they all gon' ring Every call mean bread, every gram got fuckin' wings
Whole block hot, but the money keep comin' Push big weight, make the fiends keep runnin
Cash in the stash, spot gun in the dresser Gotta flip fast, can't fold under pressure
West coast, we real Got the twister flow tight
Push packs in the day Count racks in the night
Fast talk, fast walk Big flips, no sleep
Move work so quick Got the game on beat
West coast, we real ones Where the real ones ride
Got the heat on the hip When we slide outside
Flip, oh, stack dough Gotta grind non-stop
When you live by the code Man, the hustle don't clap
Quick, and the fuckin' whip on go Hit another spot for the block, get real fuckin' slow
Never trust no soul, never speak on the way If they ask too much, then it's still like a take
Fast rap, spit like the rounds in the clip Make the opps think twice before they run and fuckin' lip
Whole scene move in a blink, no pause Money in the shoebox, no banks, no fuckin' laws
From the Yacht to L.A, down to Long Beach, too
Every set got plugs, every plug come through I don't brag, I don't boast, I just post and collect
Every hand that I shake might be worth my respect
Fast lane, no brakes Gotta push that fuckin' dope
Every move calculated like a chessboard sharp slope
If you slip one time, you could lose your fuckin' life
So I keep that blade and the four-five tight
West coast, real ones Gotta twist the flow tight
Push packs in the day Count racks in the night
Fast talk, fast walk Big flips, no sleep
Move work so quick Got the game on beat
West coast, real ones We're the real ones
Got the heat on the hip When we slide up top
Flip flows, stack dope Gotta grind nonstop
When you live by the code Man, the hustle's dope
Fast rap, stack packs in the night With precision
Hit another plate, no delay No delay, no permission
Big weight in the trunk Got the springs all low
If the boys flash lights Then it's time to go
Never slip on the strip Keep the route map clean
Ready to flip Every block got eyes
Every move got seen From the hilltops down to the Compton
Fuckin' street light We supply every side
When the drought hit tight West coast heat and my veins stay solid
Money on my mind on my count, dead fuckin' deposit
Ain't no love in the game Gotta play it with greed
Cause a friend turns snake if they starve and need
West coast, real ones We're the real ones