West Coast is ours homeboy,
Southside style, don't get it twisted,
huh, we ain't fuckin around,
ready to bang on the fools,
who want some,
we run the West Coast,
let's rap motherfuckers
Shit comes to me,
don't have a name, name
What's up to that motherfuckers,
ready to ride on my enemies
The fool that caught the pony
from the SGB
All my haters and players,
better smoke me, I quit
Fully automatic,
packin' all kinds of clips
Holo tips, magazine, holopoints,
anything that buzz
Motherfuckin' shit, I don't like
when this cyclone runs up
Ain't gas we trust,
but who wants to stare
I'm the West Coast most wanted,
I don't need your respect
Can't shake my opposition
when I'm glidin' and ridin'
Profilin' in my 82,
motherfuckers stay true
Proud and true, on the avenue,
lettin' you know
I'm the hardest on the regardless,
with blow for blow
Rock the show, rock the stage,
rock the mic
Don't believe the hype
when rappers say that they're tight
On Barco bikes, do the gangsta,
get the Bozak
Callin' out the gang,
you motherfuckers, stay wack
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
And we brought our ammunition
cause we're gonna bang, bang
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
We brought our ammunition
just for you to bang, bang
Still on a mission,
till I'm the last man standing
Ain't no competition,
motherfuckers always keep droppin'
Keep on watchin',
rappers go out like trends
They're in one minute,
then they're straight
Gone with the wind, see ya, uh -uh
And you make me laugh
How you keepin' the real reality?
Level your straight wax
Biggity, biggity, biggity blast
This ain't Corrupt or Dad
This is the high power zone
And they call me Cap, Mastermind,
Lieutenant, Dictator, Southside Felon
Never tellin' when I'm bailin',
hailin' after Kinky Von Felon
Killin' all AMCs, enemies buried alive
In spite of my supremacy,
vigilante, straight homicide
Strategize like a general,
sergeant straight at birth
Put in the work, stay in front,
when it comes to the work
Regulate these bitches,
watch them die like cowards
This is the high power shit,
all the enemies devoured
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
And we run our ammunition
cause we're gonna bang bang
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
And we run our ammunition
cause we're gonna bang bang
This is David from Hood Times
Magazine
Capone, you awarded the hardest
on the west side
How do you feel about that?
Keepin' it gangster right here homie,
on the HBG side
Don't say straight gangster,
strictly for the streets
Ain't nothin' else man,
better recognize who's really sellin' in the West,
who's on the streets,
get that shit straight
Who's on the street?
Motherfuckers don't get
that shit straight
Blue bandana, oh my God,
I never change my face
Court chairs on my feet
is not just a fact
I live this shit on water,
it's not just a jam
Put it down for the homies
and the homies locked up
Send a wheeler to the pen,
cause I give a fuck
Threw it up for the youngsters,
never ever sellin'
Now we came to bang,
ain't on your phone,
let's get the fuck out
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
And we brought our ammunition
cause we're gonna bang bang
We just wanna tell you that
this ain't no game
And we brought our ammunition
cause we're gonna bang bang
We're gonna bang bang to the top,
that's how we're going down
That's how Mr. Homeboy,
Mr. Capone was keeping it real
I'm letting you waffles know,
I'm letting everybody know
Essex was one of the West
Coast
Motherfuckers sleepin'
on the real shit
Southside gangsta shit, homie
California where the gangbang is Capital
We run the streets
We run the jails
It's all us, Essex
Shitfuckers better recognize
Wake the fuck up, all you radio
Punk, wake up
It's lame fuckers
Get the fuck out
Shit, we ridin' off and
we'll never be back
Without us
We used to buy that shit in the West Coast
It us, the homeboy, the Southside
The riders, the gangsters out here
Now the gangsters came up,
who up in size,
now it's our turn to rise
That's right, if you wanna know
what's really on the West Coast
Haha, take a look mothafucka,
take a look mothafucka
Haha, two zombies,
take a look mothafucka
Mr. Capone-e 
