[Verse 1: OnlyOne]
I smoke like the caterpillar in the Wonderland
I load the bowl and I snap it quicker than rubber bands
Stacking chips up, making hits without a bat and pitcher
To some I am, Jack the Ripper, the Son of Sam
The ratchet gripper, rapper killer
Their bodies found in the rapids of the Willamette river after winter
If you sketch, then take ten paces
Draw blanks (click), you feel that burning sensation
Ooh, like Mobb-fucking-Deep
But I'm Ghostface Killah when the law come for me
We are underground, but we are not underneath
Northwest, we make it rain on a hot summer's eve (tell 'em)
All the hate aside, you couldn't understand our way of life
It takes a certain savvy state of mind
The wild wild West had its place in time
I'm mad I never even had the chance to say goodbye
[Hook: OnlyOne & Illmaculate]
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
Y'all get left (what?)
That's how it goes down
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
Y'all get left (yes)
I live the only way I know how
This a West coast ride, left coast, right
Y'all get left (hah)
They say we lowdown
This a West coast ride, left coast, right
Y'all get left
We hold it down
[Verse 2: IAME]
We got y'all addicted like blow, you want more
From show to the encore, we know what you come for
We flow the uncut raw, ten soldiers with guns drawn
An illustration of what's wrong, simulation of war
The type of shit they pat you down for at the front door
This heaven metal penetrating you, but no blood pours
Yet your life's not promised, it's unsure
Can get cut short, death'll hunt you down just for sport
So I smoke blunts 'til my lungs get sore
Get high followed by paranoid and insecure
This a double-edged sword that I wield
That sorta feels like I'm under a sorcerer's spell
I mean, what else besides magic could explain
How this death ever walks along a path that isn't flames
Feel the wrath that is my hate
Feel the passion in my brother
Flash flood of acid rain to melt the face off motherfuckers
[Hook: OnlyOne & Illmaculate]
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
Y'all get left (what?)
That's how it goes down
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
Y'all get left (yes)
I live the only way I know how
This a West coast ride, left coast, right
Y'all get left (hah)
They say we lowdown
This a West coast ride, left coast, right
Y'all get left (yeah)
We hold it down
[Verse 3: Illmaculate]
In every state that I've been in
I'm like, "Northwest, Fresh Coast"
That's the state of mind I'm in
And I don't think they got a clue of my true capabilities
But I don't hate my enemies 'cause that's a waste of energy
I keep 'em close and watch 'em with an eagle's eye
I learn their weaknesses though, that's where the secret lies
So if they flip and turn on me I won't be surprised
I see the eyes of the wolves through the sheep's disguise
And take all threats with extreme prejudice
So beef deaded if death is a prerequisite
You better know, I've never been a sucka man
Throwing up a dub with a weapon in my other hand
That's why it's hard to trust me
'Cause if don't throw shots, it's probably something sharp and rusty
I'm on the wild wild West though, what you expect?
My style's Fresh Coast, I'ma be hustling to death
I'm like
[Hook: OnlyOne & Illmaculate]
It's West coast ride, left coast, right
Y'all get left (what?)
That's how it goes down
This a left coast ride, Northwest, right, Westside (yes)
I live the only way I know how
This a left coast ride, West coast side
Northwest (hah)
They say we lowdown
But the Northwest like Westside, North coast, right
We hold it down
[Outro]
It's that Northwest fresh shit
Holding it down
It's that Northwest fresh shit
Sandpeoples, holding it down
It's that Northwest fresh shit
Holding it down
It's that Northwest fresh shit
Sandpeoples, holding it down
