Lyrics

[Verse 1] It seems some of y'all done forgot my name The way I spit the game and mug these wax MCs with flames They in my lane, so I'ma blow 'em out the frame And send 'em back to the basics, all crushed and maimed 'Cause on the east side of Compton from whence I came I will start to separate myself from marks and lames Bustas, tricks, and hoes, and to start it slow Let's meet it up and ride that pussy like a rodeo Now I'm back in the saddle like Smith & Wesson Hittin' corners on your block, representin' [?] I got my Chucks dusted off, headed for your section It might be best to make a offer before I take election And change direction 'cause you fuckin' with a seasoned veteran With things you ain't never seen, I put [?] I'm Coolio, bitch, but call me Mr. Burns Bend that ass over and I'll [?] that burn [Chorus] Here we come [?] With bass comin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is West Coast, all mine, all day, every day Here we come [?] With bass comin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is West Coast, all mine, all day, every day [Verse 2] I used to roll with the crazy killers Gangbangers, jackers, purse snatchers, and drug dealers [?] Now I roll around with platinum niggas CEOs, billionaires, and [?] figures, [?] But I still chill and sip some Miller Well, heads of state in Korea and Kuwait They know my face, they know my flow They know my style, they know my pimpin' gait They know I'm straight, they know I never playa hate They know my walk, they know fools get lined in chalk I set a spark and get it crackin' with this gangsta talk It ain't my fault [?] Are treated like bitches and hoes every time they come out No pain, no gain, no grow like Rogaine Ya'll know my name, it's still the same And it's a motherfuckin' shame the way the game changed lanes From G's and thugs to marks and lames, ayy [Chorus] Here we come [?] With bass comin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is West Coast, all mine, all day, every day Here we come [?] With bass comin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is West Coast, all mine, all day, every day [Verse 3] I used to have a lot of homies, a lot of homies But now, some ain't callin' for me or ballin' for me But these ladies still fallin' for me, they love me [?] put one above me, they shove me And push me in the right direction They say, "Coolio, these niggas out there need some checkin' They disrespectin', so go and kick they ass like Tekken They ain't even on your level or in your section" I reckon I'ma have to go and do some damage And manage to try to foil some of their evil plannin' [?] What the hell, they ain't think I ain't ballin', ballin'? Is that the reason they ain't all been callin', callin'? Is that the reason some of y'all is stallin', stallin'? Y'all bustas got a lot of gall and [?] So when you find 'em laid out in a hallway or driveway Just know this is West Coast all day always [Chorus] Here we come [?] With bass comin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is West Coast, all mine, all day, every day Here we come [?] With bass comin' through your speakers Got that bong so we gon' put your weed up This is West Coast, all mine, all day, every day [Outro] When I say West Coast I do mean West Coast (Yeah) Home of low-lows and pretty hoes (Yeah) From Seattle to San Diego, L.A. to the Bay This is that same old US Coast (Uh-huh) And we ain't playin' no games (That's right) [?] watch and chain and make it rain (Yeah) [?] just don't bullshit me West Coast