Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coast to Coast, artist - Cappadonna. Album song Wu South Vol.1 The Perscription, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu South
Song language: English
Coast to Coast |
Welcome to the West Coast |
Where we ball, ride on fags |
Sittin' back, cuz been working right |
(Now let me you bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce |
(Bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce, bounce, bounce |
We’ve been working right (Calico stand up) |
Now ever since a nigga was a seed |
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin' |
Ridin on these niggas cause they lame |
In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? |
Blame it on my momma I’m a thug nigga |
Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers |
Tell me if it’s on, nigga then we first to bomb |
Bust on these bitch-made niggas hit 'em up, WESTSIDE |
Ain’t nobody love me as a broke nigga |
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas |
I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back |
I get my currency in stacks, California’s where I’m at — right? |
Passed by while these niggas wonder by |
I got shot but didn’t die, let 'em see who’s next to try |
Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed |
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, niggas still ballin |
Ok, cash C-note, blasting me through your door |
Flew from the old, cross seas for the blow |
Weed’s federal, better roll in the tape |
Your armored truck stuck, cuz I’m taking the bass |
But to be quite frank, taking over this world |
I want best of both shines like diamonds and pearls |
Never gave a fuck though, and paybacks a bitch |
If I see my luck sold, then I’mma bag some kids |
You know how it bad it is, half a g, an old scheme |
Squeeze, play to rehab, cuz it’s part of they plea |
Surf the world to find material, harder than me |
But I’m bigger than life, son, so what’s what’s larger than me? |
Flaudelently, haters be claiming they guns hit |
Knowing they ain’t done shit, except go when the gun spit |
Now who, retaliates, with the strip for the streets |
I got peeps that conviscate with the strength of the heat, holla |
Aiyo, I came in the game, like a thief in the night |
And ya’ll sucka MC’s, ya’ll be try’nna be bite |
My whole style and my format, niggas should fall back |
When I attack the mack, stay live and direct, I wreck |
Set, keeping ya bitch wet, it’s no sweat |
Whenever I’m around you, your mind is weak |
I speak the truth when I spit, ain’t coming to talk shit |
Yo, I’m live and direct, coming to stalk shit |
What, come on, bitch, yeah, enter my zone |
You can’t imagine how my four-speed's ever so deadly |
I swing swords, I hit you in your fucking head piece |
Cuz you fronted on Don, and now you dying in hell |
Spit my name, can’t beat my tell, nigga, what’s felt? |
To the lost generation of rap, my niggas locked down |
Whoever feel trapped, grab ya gat, quick, shoot ya where I plotted the bitch |
Never let 'em hold you back, this is strictly the Don |
If you ever front on me, nigga, I’m breaking your arm |
Bees in the winter, enemies better be gone |
Fuck all of the fly shit, ya’ll Hollywood… |