West Coast

Crazy causing trouble, drug abusing
I've gotta drinking problem I'm
Not looking for solutions
Uh, and I'm the reason the beats bang
A punk rock criminal I talk
With the street slang
People talk but ain't a crew
That we can't show up it's so tough
The music hit's you harder than a hold-up
I'll take you for your riches while
The cops are eating doughnuts
It's so nuts the doctors wanna lock me away
See people either dock me or
They mock what I say
For you can find me smoking Buddha
By the dock of the bay (hey hey)
We got homies in New York
We got respect in LA
We got some hot chicks out in Vegas
We got some poker to play

This is for the West Coast
Cali, call it Hollywood
Alcoholic frolic always up to no good
And this is for the West
(uh) Coast (yeah) the city
Of sticky greens the
Best coast if you know what I mean

Now I was driving through the bush with
A trunk full of cush when
The car broke down I told my
Girl get out and push
Man, I don't understand why the
Herb should be illegal
Cause there's people drinking forties
Running 'round and killing people
It's a cases circumstances times
Are getting rough everyone has a gun they
Don't break dance enough
Everyone's looking for the easy way out
We meet women on the road and
Are all easy no doubt, uh
I used beg my mom for a new pair of sneakers
But nowadays I'm paid and
We're sponsored by Adidas
Boom boxes, bitches, boots and sweat suit's
Chevy's on switches, lovin' tattoos
This shit we say makes the world go round
But nothing can compare to when
Your girl goes down
I like them feisty, nice and dirty with class
Not so dirty that there dirty
But so dirty they last

This is for the West Coast
Cali, call it Hollywood
Alcoholic frolic always up to no good
And this is for the West
(uh) Coast (yeah) the city
Of sticky greens the
Best coast if you know what I mean
Bow, ba dum
We do it all night long and on and on

The city of dreams sick of them raw
And when it comes to our
Dreams we're livin' them all
But nothing's changed
You can read our name on the wall
You see we got it like that
No we got it like that, ho!
And I admit I'm addicted to the
Dope life that heaven sent
I admit it that this life
Could kill an elephant
And this mic could kill a million men
And this tinkle fuckin' lady and
All of her friends
Damn, keep the banging get your swerve on
Maybe this will be the album that
I keep my shirt on
So take this track and put it in your pipe
Crazy Town represent yo' we're
Livin' the life

This is for the West Coast
Cali, call it Hollywood
Alcoholic frolic always up to no good
And this is for the West
(uh) Coast (yeah) the city
Of sticky greens the
Best coast if you know what I mean
Bow, ba dum
We do it all night long and on and on