There ain′t no party like a west coast
Party cause a west coast party don't stop
I′m gonna drop the top blaze a fat
Joint make the front of the Chevrolet hot
What goes up must come down so
Prepare Yo self before we rise up from the ground
Tonight's the beginning of a brand new mission
No bitch and no tip and just fucken with my vision
I shoot for the stars when i stimulate my
Mind fully rested to totally expect it to fire
The recipe hard lick the buds ands yay
That's the nation the trulla i don′t my home every day
Time for the real shit, time for some action
Homies in the back ground chasin the dragon
Twist the glass and held smoke and pass to the
Nigga′s how we do it till we satisfied and laugh
Everyday i wonder just how i die only thing i really know is how to
Survive still livin in the fast lane suckin on the siful
Juice tryna go from mine every time when they come through
It's like "shit" when you start to tumble down
Thats why i stay a couple hundred feet above ground
Sky′s the limit when i'm crewing and lockin the brew
Strapped down for the one trip 9 to the 2
Now should i tell the truth or candy coat it with
A lie, some times i trip ahh when it get′s real high
This ain't for days cock with that 12
Gauge a victim of my own mind in a glass cage
Voluntary visit shit has got me twitching
Makin no more excuses for the life i′ve been giving
Here today gone tomorrow just as quick so
Ima eat up life till that bitch make me sick
Party cause a west coast party don't stop
I′m gonna drop the top blaze a fat
Joint make the front of the Chevrolet hot
What goes up must come down so
Prepare Yo self before we rise up from the ground
Tonight's the beginning of a brand new mission
No bitch and no tip and just fucken with my vision
I shoot for the stars when i stimulate my
Mind fully rested to totally expect it to fire
The recipe hard lick the buds ands yay
That's the nation the trulla i don′t my home every day
Time for the real shit, time for some action
Homies in the back ground chasin the dragon
Twist the glass and held smoke and pass to the
Nigga′s how we do it till we satisfied and laugh
Everyday i wonder just how i die only thing i really know is how to
Survive still livin in the fast lane suckin on the siful
Juice tryna go from mine every time when they come through
It's like "shit" when you start to tumble down
Thats why i stay a couple hundred feet above ground
Sky′s the limit when i'm crewing and lockin the brew
Strapped down for the one trip 9 to the 2
Now should i tell the truth or candy coat it with
A lie, some times i trip ahh when it get′s real high
This ain't for days cock with that 12
Gauge a victim of my own mind in a glass cage
Voluntary visit shit has got me twitching
Makin no more excuses for the life i′ve been giving
Here today gone tomorrow just as quick so
Ima eat up life till that bitch make me sick
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