[Intro: Khao]
It's your boy Khao, man
West Coast
We here
Let's go
(Khao)

[Chorus 1]
This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up
Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up
Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close
Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast

[Verse 1: Problem]
(Ay, yo, Problem)
The homegirls crackin' cards (Cards) niggas flockin'
Mercedes-Benz hittin' corners, these bitches watchin'
Dirty choppers, niggas yacked up, potted up
Best be official, tatted tears, bullet tissue
Wipe that right off, made a play for like a hundred-K
P Jay to the Bay and fucked it right off, yea (I'm out)
Black Osama, Chach-Comptown Obama
Red Kool-Aid, niggas lockin' with they baby mamas
Yea, Problem, yea, that's me, champ
Tequila got me bent like knee-cap (Ice) no cap
Mixed with Dom Pérignon with that Cognac (Uh-oh)
Fake shit, I'on't know that
Your new bitch my throwback
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