Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
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See you could never be
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Am
A West Coast G like me, like me, like me
See you could never be
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Am
A West Coast G like me, like me, Southern California,
West Coast, gangsta cut
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Am
Bouncin' rides heavily, so back it up
On a whole nother trip
with the shit I wrote
Am
It's so dope, stompin' out with cream cake,
he's pleadin'
Sharp as a razor,
so I always stay heated
From Whit here to Hollywood
F
Cruisin' Sunset, Pa cific,
Long Beach,
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Am
Boulevard through Linwood
We're no good, hood thugs and criminals
Get a little short,
and you'll have to give me those
How about Southern Cali?
F
Hangin' in town, home, third blocks,
E
Am
and even your alley
Spinners twistin' slowly, catty big thumbs
Get sick thumps if you think
that we're phony
Big rings, heavy shot, barrel on the lap
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Am
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Am
F
give you eternal nap
E
Am
What's up homie, it's the new voice
E
off the block west riding to the top,
Am
watch some colors at your sport
so you don't get shot.
F
Don't come to California shining
cause you know the little
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Am
homies always eyeing.
And I put that on my tattoos
You can pop them tags
while we pop them mags, fool
This is West Coast livin'
F
Blue skies, drive -bys,
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Am
gang signs always dippin'
I wouldn't change my lifestyle if I could
Am
but I always had the hood
I'm puttin' West Slopes on the map
F
Keep runnin' the chamber
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Am
to be the quickest to clap
I keep it gangsta, fool, all day long
E
Am
Like shit stains on the phone
Like weed burnin' in a bong
Initiated since a young buck
F
Runnin' on the streets with the homies
Am
Cause I didn't give a fuck, throw it up
See, you could never be
F
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Am
A West Coast G like me, like me, like me
See, you could never be
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Am
A West Coast G like me, like me,
I'm the G that'll let go
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Am
Having your whole crew shook up
Make your boys look yellow, lay low
Instead we coming through like surprise
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Am
leavin' your girl mesmerized
It don't take nada,
for you to catch a hot baller
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Am
Many souls roam above in the land of lala
Come and fly with me,
F
rip the filter out the cool
We be smokin' loop -de -loop
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Am
in the back of the high school
You better lay low before you catch a halo
You better pack two Glocks,
two clips, cause I said so
But most want it off the block, oh man
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Don't hang around in the streets all night
Am
It's what my mama told me
But I'm addicted to this late night,
E
thug fights, gangsta life
Am
Comin' up shootin' dice,
California love
F
California bud, hot slugs, hot hoes,
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Am
hydro, the west coast, C -Lo
See you could never be
F
E
Am
A west coastie like me, like me, like me
See you could never be
F
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Am
A west coastie like me, like me, like me
Yeah, yeah, do it with no clique
Spanky loco Little Snipes,
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keepin' the gangsta all day long
Am
F
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Am
West Coast style, fuck that
See you could never be
F
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Am
A West Coastie like me, like me, like me
See you could never be
A West Coast G like me, like me, like me.
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