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Yeah, West Coast, it's the flood (the mechanics) Shout out Q, shout out the mechanics You know I'mma tune this thing up one time We're gonna bring it up to the north though you hear me How to survive in Frisco when you got it Keep your head on your pistol Where the police hate the color of your skin They'll set you up, make the wrong move then they might whip you up And these niggas ain't no better, they'll kill you over pussy, shit if you let them Me I'm trying to stay sucker free, but it's hard to do that when this where all the suckers be But play important by your own, and never bring a bitch that you don't know to your home 'Cause these bitches hella shady, and they had a jack boys in your house with your babies Lesson number one keep it straight Lesson number two never break Lesson number three fuck the internet Can't slide through, you ain't from them jets And lesson number four she gon' do whatever You can never trust a Hoe The right nigga, he can tell her when to go Have her selling pussy from the point to the moon And lesson number five, police and the haters wanna see you die But you gotta stay alive cause your family and your kids wanna see you thrive This is how it is on the west coast Our pieces in the track with us We ain't like you other rap niggas (Why is that) Because we live where we rap nigga This how you survive on the west coast Our pieces in the track with us We ain't like you other rap niggas (Why is that) Because we live where we rap nigga Let me tell you something about the bay If you wasn't 415, then you was out the way The town was built like a machine And Richmond was the first that I seen sipping lean And Frisco it was pimpy And EPA niggas stayed on the murder mission A small city like Marin Stayed to they self but they always got it in I learned a lot about the V Can't forget Tone Tone, the homie RIP You in the hood drive a hoop 'Cause niggas out dipping hitting shit like a group Can't forget about the rebel RIP to nothing niggas wasn't on your level Hit them all to get fitted Slapped a level five nigga hide that bitch Don't volunteer information 'Cause you never know when you might end up at the station Players want to stay alive 'Cause your family and your friends, want to see you thrive This is how it is on the west coast Our bitches in the trap with us We ain't like you other rap niggas (Why is that) Because we live where we rap nigga This how you survive on the west coast Our bitches in the trap with us We ain't like you other rap niggas (Why is that) Because we live where we rap nigga Real niggas pay high I know South Central 384 miles away You feel me?, I just had to bring it up to the bay though, shout out Q You know we fucked with you the long way LA we fucked with you the long way This Northern California though, Yung Lott This how you survive on the west coast Real shit It don't matter where you at on the west side This how it go down It's lessons and rules to this shit(the mechanics) It's guidelines to this shit Niggas so respectful, bitch
Writer(s): Arthur John Stern Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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