[Intro: Rio Loz, Taj Austin, Ras Austin, Eric Jamal, & ALL]
One, two, three, everybody get low
Four, five, six, nigga, here comes the Coast
Seven, eight, nine, and we back on your mind
When I say ten, that means begin!
Ayo, we good? (WE GOOD!)
Made it out the hood
Now everybody move to the back of the bus
'Cause I'm calling shotgun like Elmer Fudd
So run Ricky run if you don't want the slug
He give no fuck
Ras him cut raw like sawdust
Raw like condom that bust when hip thrust
Say huh, huh, huuuuh, baby, I'm coming!
Bust through the pussy wall like Kool-Aid man
The new moon rose high and shined on the coastline
Kings follow like the northern star through the dark skies
Haters gon' say we couldn't do it without a co-sign
But my pen move terrains, this a landslide
This hip-pop, we came to spit raw
What y'all do is backwards, helpin' em win the war
Coast gon' give back words that push fourth
In one (ONE), two (TWO), to three, four!
[Verse 1: Taj Austin]
Truthfully, feel like all y'all weak, mmhmm
No style, no technique, mmhmm
You niggas rhyme with two left feet, mmhmm
That's why you ain't snappin' on the beat, mmhmm
In the words of T3, "Don't sound too good
It sound tainted to me", mmhmm
Luckily, I got a good idea
You should study what we do and level up, I guarantee ya
We the biggest group you ever seen, thank the Elohim
Sandman, kick 'em off the stage, crushin' niggas dreams
I ain't mean to be that mean, but shit, nah, mean
They be kiddin' on the mic, Billie Jean (He, he)
Must think I'm the one, mmhmm
Type of shit get a nigga pump, get me
Move with some caution, they don't want the wrath of Taj Austin
Sometimes tryna be this humble is exhaustin'
What's a threat to my intellect? That's insultin'
I don't fear death, I'm immune to the coffin
Wouldn't even sneeze at it if it smelled funny
Wanna know why I don't rap about money?
I was poor on the block like a 40oz of liquor
Probably saw me at the bus stop, on La Cienega
Soon as I got the whip, had to take it abroad
Got the windows tint five percent, nation of Gods
Tried to break that bitch in without breakin' the law
Seen the jakes, hit the brakes, nope, that ain't State Farm
Told my niggas in the back "Keep ya eyes to the front"
'Cause I know damn sure it ain't nothin' in my trunk
Plus I feel the same as OJ about the glove department
By the time we looked up, they was gooone
Think we good, good, made it out the hood
Came up from the dirt, my niggas made it out the mud
All in God's will, be still, don't budge, huh
Iron sharpens iron in the cells of my blood, huh
That's ironic, huh, I cut the rug, huh
Turn up the bass, let me teach with the sub, huh
Wanna see my bredren up in heaven up above
So I try to make an effort everyday to spread the love
It's the Coast!
One, two, three, everybody get low
Four, five, six, nigga, here comes the Coast
Seven, eight, nine, and we back on your mind
When I say ten, that means begin!
Ayo, we good? (WE GOOD!)
Made it out the hood
Now everybody move to the back of the bus
'Cause I'm calling shotgun like Elmer Fudd
So run Ricky run if you don't want the slug
He give no fuck
Ras him cut raw like sawdust
Raw like condom that bust when hip thrust
Say huh, huh, huuuuh, baby, I'm coming!
Bust through the pussy wall like Kool-Aid man
The new moon rose high and shined on the coastline
Kings follow like the northern star through the dark skies
Haters gon' say we couldn't do it without a co-sign
But my pen move terrains, this a landslide
This hip-pop, we came to spit raw
What y'all do is backwards, helpin' em win the war
Coast gon' give back words that push fourth
In one (ONE), two (TWO), to three, four!
[Verse 1: Taj Austin]
Truthfully, feel like all y'all weak, mmhmm
No style, no technique, mmhmm
You niggas rhyme with two left feet, mmhmm
That's why you ain't snappin' on the beat, mmhmm
In the words of T3, "Don't sound too good
It sound tainted to me", mmhmm
Luckily, I got a good idea
You should study what we do and level up, I guarantee ya
We the biggest group you ever seen, thank the Elohim
Sandman, kick 'em off the stage, crushin' niggas dreams
I ain't mean to be that mean, but shit, nah, mean
They be kiddin' on the mic, Billie Jean (He, he)
Must think I'm the one, mmhmm
Type of shit get a nigga pump, get me
Move with some caution, they don't want the wrath of Taj Austin
Sometimes tryna be this humble is exhaustin'
What's a threat to my intellect? That's insultin'
I don't fear death, I'm immune to the coffin
Wouldn't even sneeze at it if it smelled funny
Wanna know why I don't rap about money?
I was poor on the block like a 40oz of liquor
Probably saw me at the bus stop, on La Cienega
Soon as I got the whip, had to take it abroad
Got the windows tint five percent, nation of Gods
Tried to break that bitch in without breakin' the law
Seen the jakes, hit the brakes, nope, that ain't State Farm
Told my niggas in the back "Keep ya eyes to the front"
'Cause I know damn sure it ain't nothin' in my trunk
Plus I feel the same as OJ about the glove department
By the time we looked up, they was gooone
Think we good, good, made it out the hood
Came up from the dirt, my niggas made it out the mud
All in God's will, be still, don't budge, huh
Iron sharpens iron in the cells of my blood, huh
That's ironic, huh, I cut the rug, huh
Turn up the bass, let me teach with the sub, huh
Wanna see my bredren up in heaven up above
So I try to make an effort everyday to spread the love
It's the Coast!
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