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Your favorite rappers motherfuckin' nightmare
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
Crips, Bloods, Ese's
Niggas, Mexicans, It's all good
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
West ridaz'
Twist the cap back and turn it up and
Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker
Comin' through like "pardon me, excuse me"
Smellin' like ooh-wee in a blue T, y'all know who I be
Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine
Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam'
Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded
You and that toothpick lookin' drug related
New money, new day, same to nigga to pull over
Jump out and knock the Murray's Grease out your toupee
West West baby baby, don't test baby baby
Here I come with my handkerchief in hand
I got 'em packin' the spot like back in the spot
This West Coast shit is like crack in the pot
Can't nobody serve it like I serve it
Got 'em shakin' like Michael J. Fox, these niggas lookin' nervous
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
See the Lord is my shepherd
Got me so hood, a nigga can't help it
We do, what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
And just for the record
I came in this world by myself and butt naked
Nigga it's time for the re-up
Since everybody wanna be us, then G up
Blaze the motherfuckin' weed up
Everywhere we go they showin' us love
And by the time we leave they throwin' up dubs
I been in this shit, almost got 10 in this shit
Your favorite rapper I done been in his bitch
Who showed you how to put gold D's on a Bentley?
The nigga that showed me, he from Eastside 20's
I'm the West Coast Don, the Compton phenom
That drop bombs on you niggas, nothin' but dope rhymes
I was coached by the O.G.'s, taught to stay low-key
Now everybody know me, Mr. Fuck the Police
Unite the Coast, bury the snitches
All my niggas got two strikes and they stare at your bitches
Like what the fuck you gon' do when niggas run up on you
With a gun up on you and pull the trigger nigga
Welcome to California
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
See the Lord is my shepherd
Got me so hood, a nigga can't help it
We do, what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
And just for the record
I came in this world by myself and butt naked
Voodoo running from my magic
Voodoo running from my magic
Voodoo
It's the voodoo running from my magic
I still hold the turf up like bomby
Dub Ceezalezeey
Voodoo running from my magic
Welcome back
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
See the Lord is my shepherd
Got me so hood, a nigga can't help it
We do, what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
And just for the record
I came in this world by myself and butt naked
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
West ridaz, west ridaz, west ridaz'
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
And just for the record
I came in this world by myself and butt naked