Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too West Coast, artist - Ice Cube. Date of issue: 16.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Too West Coast |
| 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, 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 a lot of deejays 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 West coast |
| They act like they scared of me — I’m too West coast |
| The Grand Wizard |
| Ice Cube |
| (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!) |