Too West Coast Songtext
von Ice Cube
Too West Coast Songtext
My ego - is big as Heathrow*
Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!
Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!
You about as lethal - as a mojito!
Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!
You a fuckin′ seagull - up in Francisco!
I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!
Murder′s what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!
This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!
Nigga I′m a pharaoh - with double barrels!
Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows
At your Camaro′s - pullin' down - Melrose!
Still down with - Elkos! - ′Til the fuckin cell close!
Nigga don't - test me! - You′re gonna fail those!
They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!
I don't aim where yo′ vest be! - Bang!
I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!
Way more than two shots. - That′ll make your roof drop!
House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!
Dissin′ will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!
Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!
G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!
Dippin′ rollin' through blocks; dippin′ while the crew pops!
Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!
Play my shit alota DJ′s they do not
Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!
Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots
Have your skull on the news lookin′ like ′Goulash'!
When they ask who the top don′t mention us as foolish!
Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!
Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!
Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!
I know vatos and they get popped most
Niggaz that flip mo′ - chicken than Bosco's!
Squattin′ down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!
And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!
Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!
Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.
They be poppin′ bottles! - We knockin′ hollows.
Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!
Talkin' pronto; somethin′ like a lotto.
Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!
Speakin' on guap′ though - cause that's a combo
Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.
Comin′ with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.
And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.
It won't stop flow! Oh, I′m not though
Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don′t bang is the motto!
Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)
They act like they scared of me! - (I′m too WestCoast!) {4x}
(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)
"I Am The West"
Cube!
Got another one...
I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!
"Drink The Kool-Aid", bitch!
Yup this a lethal! - Easy as a free throw!
Yes, this - negro is rather lethal!
You about as lethal - as a mojito!
Be my Amigo! - Eat my burrito!
You a fuckin′ seagull - up in Francisco!
I'm up in a Regal - still in my pea coat!
Murder′s what - she wrote; this is mo' evil!
This is less than zero! - Don't be a - hero!
Nigga I′m a pharaoh - with double barrels!
Goose bumps - hair rose - when I shoot these arrows
At your Camaro′s - pullin' down - Melrose!
Still down with - Elkos! - ′Til the fuckin cell close!
Nigga don't - test me! - You′re gonna fail those!
They should arrest me! - Blow like Dizzy Gillespie!
I don't aim where yo′ vest be! - Bang!
I'm too hot to stop! - Walkin' up with two Glocks!
Way more than two shots. - That′ll make your roof drop!
House shoes, blue top! - Money like I move rocks!
Dissin′ will get you socked - and yo' bitch move wop!
Whole crew popped - by this old school new shot!
G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox!
Dippin′ rollin' through blocks; dippin′ while the crew pops!
Eatin' chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks!
Play my shit alota DJ′s they do not
Cause me and bitch niggaz don't - mix like - two cocks!
Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots
Have your skull on the news lookin′ like ′Goulash'!
When they ask who the top don′t mention us as foolish!
Eat yo' ass up - like a pack of barracudas!
Put the barrel to ya! - Like we never knew ya!
Send the metal through ya; Da Lench Mob shooters!
I know vatos and they get popped most
Niggaz that flip mo′ - chicken than Bosco's!
Squattin′ down the block low! - Hop in that hot fo'!
And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes!
Squabble with the combos. - Maylay got those!
Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's.
They be poppin′ bottles! - We knockin′ hollows.
Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed!
Talkin' pronto; somethin′ like a lotto.
Chips and cheese; fuck meat! Nigga these nachos!
Speakin' on guap′ though - cause that's a combo
Keep my green on the side like it was Cilantro.
Comin′ with the honchos! - That's in a stock Rolls.
And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel.
It won't stop flow! Oh, I′m not though
Lench Mob! - Big swanger, don′t bang is the motto!
Motherfuckers tell me - (I'm too WestCoast!)
They act like they scared of me! - (I′m too WestCoast!) {4x}
(The Grand Wizard... Ice Cube! AHHHHahahahahaa!)
"I Am The West"
Cube!
Got another one...
I be tellin' these niggaz and bitches on the bottom they need to drink some of this Kool-Aid!
"Drink The Kool-Aid", bitch!
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Teak Alger Underdue, William L. Calhoun, Christopher J. Bellard, Dejon L. Underdue Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com