West Coast Voodoo WC (Ft. The Game)

[W.C.]
Twist the cap back and turn it up and
Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker
Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me
Smellin' like ooh-wee in a blue T, y'all know who I be
Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine
Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam'
Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded
You and that toothpick lookin' drug related
New money, new day - same to nigga to pull over
Jump out and knock the Murray's Grease out your toupee
West West baby baby, don't test baby baby
(Here I come with my handkerchief in hand)
I got 'em packin' the spot like back in the spot
This West Coast shit is like crack in the pot
Can't nobody serve it like I serve it
Got 'em shakin' like Michael J. Fox, these niggas lookin' nervous

[Hook]
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
(See the Lord is my shepherd
Got me so hood, a nigga can't help it)
We do, what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
(And just for the record
I came in this world by myself and butt naked)