Ras Kass - West Coast Mentality Lyrics
[ras kass]Strike three, heheIts-just-thug-men-tal-i-ty, nigga..Ha, yeahhh, ha, yeah-yeahhh, uh-uhh, uhh..Ras kass register richter with nine point eight tectonic plate quakesFirm rubber no breaks, california plates golden stateCatch me sittin on the roof, bumpin snoopGin and juice reminiscin bout the rides and gang truceSeventy degrees in the winter - tropical weatherAnd vendettas cause l.a. niggaz be all about they cheddarHoochie *****es and b.g.s too big for they britchesCurb servin, they double up to get richer***** around them lil niggaz comin to getcha and get witchaDump until six hitcha, dont let the sunshine and palm treesFool you get the picture, niggaz be in hollywood thinkin its all goodBut everything south of wilshire, is all hoodNiggaz committin murderLater that night at tommys eatin a chili-cheese burgerMenace ii society, seen thatKobe and shaq - lakers bout to bring the championship ring backFrom ladera heights to venice beachDime pieces with bmw leases and cartier timepiecesI was born to raise west coast til my casket dropThrow up a dub, spittin at the camera like pac, ptooeyChorus: ras kass (repeat 2x)Would yall get down for me, ima represent my townSo yall represent yall town for meIf a gs gettin made, put it down with meHomey thats a west coast mentality[ras kass]Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and nine fdangles(? )Two-hundred and thirteen sets to gangbang tooThree-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want steakNever been greedy, if I ate/eight, one-eight (donate)So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to choose the westBorn and raised out there, so dont - go thereOh yeah, Im the illest nigga, clownin yall foolsWith everything yall say like luther luffeighI swoop through l.a. hoe, bendin yall *****es like clay dough***** what you say doe, these streets are fatal pendejoSo everywhere I go I take west coast with meHome of the driveby, thug life and dickiesWhat you know about silk shirts (huh? )Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front porchLesson number one - niggaz dont give a *****And lesson number two remember lesson number oneChorus[ras kass]See in l.a., niggaz dont walk, niggaz drive whips with beatsWeak niggaz trick, most niggaz say *****es aint shitBut hoes gotta eat too, they all be at club lingerieWith a gay down to meet youBut ***** a three-piece suitYall niggaz dressin like yall goin to churchEither me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot pimpinSunday night, jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheebaTuesday lesbian divas be up in peanuts (what)I be *****in baby girl and her studPlus she said my dick was big, my shit be up in the gutWaittress ***** tryin to front like we broke, whattup loc?Give me a henn and o.j. without slashin nicoles throatC-arson nigga, Im just the illest emceeAll california love, rest in peace bigga b.Chorus 2x
