Coast 2 Coast Triple Seis (Ft. Ice-T & Trigger Tha Gambler)

[Intro: Triple Seis]
New York to California
Mami out here, man
That sticky icky

[Chorus: Triple Seis]
Coast to coast, hood to hood, it's all good
Who look the most, smoke the most? It's all wood
We do it for check getters, beer drinkers and sex trippers
Real OG's, the money making TEC spitters
Coast to coast, hood to hood, it's all good
Who look the most, smoke the most? It's all wood
We do it for check getters, beer drinkers and sex trippers
Real OG's, the money making TEC spitters

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
This is crip, nigga, westside, tans from the techside
Get your strap up, get your gats up, get it going
Get your dough, get your coke up, get it going
Fugazi faggot niggas poppin' fucked shit, they not knowing
Bitch, my niggas bustin' 'til the barrels glowing
Snatch your fucking bitch and have the hooker blowing
I bail through the Jeep in the zones where the city'll roam
Fool, get back 'til I blast black, skating like ant cracks
Nine-o-five percenter buck, God all mighty
Motherfuckers speaking in my presence better speak politely
Chuckie shit, grab your bitch, don't go slow in your whip
Just for eye contact, you'll get hit with the MAC
Your bitch jack jaw crack, get you seen kidnapped
Iceberg, bitch, you heard of me, niggas wanna murder me
I'm still living, what up, the unforgiving
Your god can't feel me, you got beef, kill me