West Really Eastwood (Ft. The Game & Jay Rock)

[Verse 1: Eastwood]
Yo, I'm Eastwood
South Central California where them chevy's ridin' high
Black and chrome y's on them 30 inch tires
Young'n movin' off the block
Tryin' stack that quarter in my ass crack
Pushin' up the block couple burners in my backpack
I been cheeked to the feinds I'm east snow the ryan [?]
The new west coast rap young Kobe Bryant
There is no raider, So don’t even try it [?]
You needa seize me to plan B, don’t take it private
This here ain't meant for y'all
Better switch your game up and watch your ego fall
Im fresh through the city
With semis to find a victim blowin' big
Dark tint In the Bentley worth every penny
I'm a boss, so pay me the game, I keep 'em with me
West coast Jay Rock and the game like west really
Eastwood when it comes to the flow I bet silly
We the city L.A
We the hood of L.A

[Hook]
We in the city of why's like what's up at my niggas in the projects
South central LA, we finna pop next
You rap cats and rapping the streets why
Compton California, we living the street life
And we do it for the whole city
West coast stand up, homie say it with me
And we do it for the whole city
West coast stand up, homie say it with me