West Coast Anthem Songtext
von Coolio

It seems some of y′all done forgot my name
The way I spit the game and mug these wax MCs with flames
They in my lane, so I'ma blow ′em out the frame
And send 'em back to the basics, all crushed and main
'Cause on the east side of Compton, for whips I came
I don′ start to seperate myself from marks and lames
Bust those chicks and hoes, and it started slow
Then speed it up and ride that pussy like a rodeo

Now I′m back in the saddle like Smith and Western
Hittin' corners on your block, representin′ Western
I got my chucks dusted off, headin' for your section
It might be best to make an offer before I take election
And change direction, because you dealin′ with a seasoned veteran
What they enjoy, never seen, I put hoes investin'
Uncle to your bitch but call me Mr. Burns
Bend that ass over and I′ll map that burn


There we go, holdin' up, they see us
With bass pumpin' through your speakers
Got that bong so we gon′ put your weed up
This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day
There we go, holdin′ up, they see us
With bass pumpin' through your speakers
Got that bong so we gon′ put your weed up
This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day

I used to roll with them crazy killers
Gangbangers, jackers, purse-snatchers and drug dealers
Realers, now I roll around with platinum niggas
CEOs, billionaires and pop figures
Feel us? But I still chill and sip some Miller
When I had to stay in Korea, it can weight
They know my face, they know my flow, they know my sound
They know my pimpin' gait
They know I′m straight, they know I never play or hate

They know my walk, they know fools get lined in chalk
I sent a squawk to get it crackin' with this Geisha tot
It ain′t my fault, your groovy jack can talk about
And treat it like bitches and hoes everytime they come out
No pain, no gain, no grow like Rogan
I know my name, it's still the same
And it's a motherfuckin′ shame the way the game change, lame
From Jeezy thugs to marks and lames


There we go, holdin′ up, they see us
With bass pumpin' through your speakers
Got that bong so we gon′ put your weed up
This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day
There we go, holdin' up, they see us
With bass pumpin′ through your speakers
Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up
This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day

I used to have a lot of homies, a lot of homies
But now some ain′t callin' for me, or ballin' for me
But these ladies still callin′ for me, they love me
And sell them book, wanna bug me, they shove me
And push me in the right direction, they say
"Coolio, these niggas out there need some checkin′
They disrespectin' so go and kick they ass like teckin′
They ain't even on your level or in your section"

I reckon I′ma have to go and do some damage
Their mans, they tryna force some of their evil plannin' they canvas
What the hell y′all think? I ain't ballin', ballin′?
Is that the reason they ain′t all been callin', callin′?
Is that the reason some of y'all are stallin′, stallin'?
Y′all busters got a lot of gall and they think it's small, and
So when you find them layed out in the hallway or driveway
Just know this is west coast, all day, always

There we go, holdin' up, they see us
With bass pumpin′ through your speakers
Got that bong so we gon′ put your weed up
This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day
There we go, holdin' up, they see us
With bass pumpin′ through your speakers
Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up
This is west coast, all mine, all day, every day

When I say west coast, I do mean west coast (yeah)
Home of low-lows and pretty hoes
From Seattle to San Diego
LA to the bay, this is that same ol′ US coast
And we ain't playin′ no games
Let out and go of your watch and chain and make it rain! (Yeah)
Throw your drugs up if you with me, let it hang, just don't bullshit me
West coast!