[Intro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
And now, our national anthem
It's goin' down, West Coast
A toast to the coast, West Coast!
I got my nigga, Mack 10 up in the house from the Westside Connect'
My nigga Deadly Threat from the L.A. Zoo
LBC Crew, D.P.G, West Coast finest
Here's a toast to the coast!
[Mack 10]
What have we? A house full of Cavi, no stress
Well-known riders from different sides of the West
Got the hi-zoes lickin' up, so hard we're stickin' up
How could the East Coast win when the West Coast is clickin' up?
So please, no set trip about C's and B's
It's the Westside Connect' with the D-P-G's
For the cheese, we're jab with the gift of the gab always cappin'
Mack 10 and Snoop rappin', now how does that happen?
It's all good, fool, so peep game if you could
Snoop be from Long Beach, and I be from Inglewood
So now you despise, 'cause it came to your surprise
Two well known enemies now becomin' allies
In Californ-I-A; we parley the G way
Some wear red and black, and some sport (Blue and gray!)
But gangsters don't dance, we hang-boogie and bang
So it's the Westside Connect' with the Dogg Pound Gang
[Chorus 2X: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
We are party people, West Coast gangsters are party people
(Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll)
We are party people, West Coast gangsters are party people
(Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll) (Rock the party ya'll)
Party people, party people; do you wanna get funky?
Get down.. get down.. you know..
[Bad Azz]
Up jump the boogie, so I've jumped up with it
We smoke weed by the ounce, no hit it
It's a party, Bombay and Bacardi, Ol' E. and Hennessy
We're all heated just in case; any of my enemies slipped in
Tripped in, you don't wanna own a casket this soon
Get at the bitches, nigga, bump to the boom
The ladies love me 'cause I love myself
I'm like an age, by no wine in time you'll find;
I'm at the top of the shelf
So when you ready and you're crackin' a sip
Strip, trip, slide around your house in your slippers
Bumpin' rap tunes that's as cold as the Whispers
Fantastic, brand new in this classic
We done mellowed out, but you still get your ass kicked
It's Mr. Bad Azz, I rock microphones right
West Coast, East Side, for life!
[Techniec]
It ain't no need for the frontin' black, between me and you
Reality bites, so I'ma keep it real wit' my crew
I'm dangerous like Michael
'Til my life cycle completes the last stages
I'm more, I'm through, definitely gauges is outrageous
'Cause I was born to rock the party
Oh, now you're Mister Smarty because we got the show started?
I'm cold hearted, and won't stop what I'm revealin'
Leave it up to the West to have them dancin' on the ceilin'
And I'm feelin', that vibe that represents the East
I attack like a pack, I make 'em burn like grease
So let the nonsense cease, and hold my piece in case
Reel-to-reel come to deal, I have to give 'em a taste
I serve face to face, rhymes define by Tech
Versatile style done switched up to wreck your whole set
[Interlude: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
That's real, you know
It's gettin' kind funky here man, mmm..
[Kurupt]
Mack 10 is the lick, Dogg Pound is the clique
I can't get enough of this gangster shit
My name ain't +Jeru+ and I ain't out to +Dama-ja+
But when on the mic, emcees to me, they're all amateurs
See the opponents; disassemble the components
Disassemble the opponents, then disappear in a moment
In a blink's time, I take time in the doorway to crime
With a criminal mind, the raw kind
Microphones used so abusively
You can't fuck with the K-U-R-U-P-T
And in the mixture, painted clearer than a picture
Recitin' them suicidal scriptures will 'cause a twist and get ya twisted
You fuckin' with the unlisted
To be specific; niggas ain't bein' realistic
I ain't impressed, you're about to get your chest test
In the west; where it's about your money and your set
[Deadly Threat]
You East Coast niggas flow like the home grown grow
Zoo got the flavor, every color for the rainbow
Dream, on out far, pass the stars
Your styles ain't doper than ours
Hard to the core, hit it one time, hit it some more
Y'all spit, but that West Coast shit is out doors
Wild like Ninety Days in the cage
Cold like the Everglades, and never fades
Me, C, the Z, to the T
Beef? Bet' not let me catch you in the streets
Bang, cracked in the fast lane (Bang, bang!)
The melody by Deadly, the Dopeman
[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Yeah yeah yeah, there you have it
It's like magic, it's so tragic
The West Coast, Hoo-Bangin', Westside Connect', L.A. Zoo
L-B-C Crew, and you know about the infamous D-P-G's
We make them freeze to their knees, real G's
Keep it real though!
