[Chorus: Uncle Chucc]
I'll always do my best (Do my best)
To rep the West at its best (That right)
And I ain't lying (No, no)
But even when your best ain't good enough (Good enough)
Just keep it up and never give up (Give up)
You can be a champ and win it all
And be the boss that you really are
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm talkin' Fresh Fest (Fresh Fest), Summer Jam (Summer Jam)
Day in the West (West Coast), with all my fans (Yeah)
I was there (Yes sir), Steeler gear
Representin', two braids in my hair
Live in the flesh, what you lookin' for?
West-less? Nah, nah, Westmore
We got Cali movin', L.A. to the Bay connect
We a hater's threat, but they ain't made it yet
California women, palm tree pimpin'
I represent the hood where nigga's always trippin' (Long Beach, nigga)
Shit talking, Crip walking in the summertime
Dubs in the air, bangin' in the sunshine
[Verse 2: E-40]
If I had four of my favorite rappers on a track
I would expect 'em to have some slaps that sound like hella far back
I would expect 'em to have some shit like this to make me reminisce
When I was up in the dope game, having my money, getting rich
When I was up in the traffic checking my trid-naps with my bitch
When me and my people was having a digital beam and flippin' bricks
Talking on flips with faulty chips, throwing our weight around
Thumpers fresh out of the box in case we gotta get down
Shout out to my people in Denver and Kansas City (Kansas City)
Minnesota, Nebraska and Milwaukee (And Milwaukee)
Indiana, Ohio and Oklahoma (Oklahoma)
California, Nevada and Arizona (Arizona, bitch)
I'll always do my best (Do my best)
To rep the West at its best (That right)
And I ain't lying (No, no)
But even when your best ain't good enough (Good enough)
Just keep it up and never give up (Give up)
You can be a champ and win it all
And be the boss that you really are
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm talkin' Fresh Fest (Fresh Fest), Summer Jam (Summer Jam)
Day in the West (West Coast), with all my fans (Yeah)
I was there (Yes sir), Steeler gear
Representin', two braids in my hair
Live in the flesh, what you lookin' for?
West-less? Nah, nah, Westmore
We got Cali movin', L.A. to the Bay connect
We a hater's threat, but they ain't made it yet
California women, palm tree pimpin'
I represent the hood where nigga's always trippin' (Long Beach, nigga)
Shit talking, Crip walking in the summertime
Dubs in the air, bangin' in the sunshine
[Verse 2: E-40]
If I had four of my favorite rappers on a track
I would expect 'em to have some slaps that sound like hella far back
I would expect 'em to have some shit like this to make me reminisce
When I was up in the dope game, having my money, getting rich
When I was up in the traffic checking my trid-naps with my bitch
When me and my people was having a digital beam and flippin' bricks
Talking on flips with faulty chips, throwing our weight around
Thumpers fresh out of the box in case we gotta get down
Shout out to my people in Denver and Kansas City (Kansas City)
Minnesota, Nebraska and Milwaukee (And Milwaukee)
Indiana, Ohio and Oklahoma (Oklahoma)
California, Nevada and Arizona (Arizona, bitch)
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