Westcoastwildside

Lyrics

[Intro: Declaime] West coast wild style with my homies X4 [Verse 1: Rasco] Yo flash the camera Rasco be here to slam ya CA number one, get the job done Nothing, but the finest Oh No's the man behind this Prime time floss, paying the cost Still i'm the boss and you niggas is lost Anytime you want to box we be ready to toss Blows Swing nose like i'm killing the shows Right up in the front rows with the fine ass hoes Stacking the dough, ready to laugh like a champ Tighting the clamp to revamp that camp Sign to seal for real for them bills And what does it mean if you ain't got no skills? You niggas kill me Screamin' that you don't feel me We be ready to rush so let's bust Straight from the heart, my arts spark the mental Ras be the man to crush your whole dental [Chorus: Declaime] West Coast Wild Style with this mic check We soul brothers got shit on deck No frills, Louieville with this ill dialect Worlwide takeover when we on the set X2 Mic check (Mic check) 1-2 Mic check Worlwide takeover when we on the set (When we on the set X3) [Verse 2: Medaphoar] Shhhhh... Shhhh.... Listen, you can hear this nigga's heartpound Wanna take the fast way to the top, got lost in battlegrounds We mess No for puttin' it down Sounds then a illest form for fleshwarp Alot mics that's all that what you frontin' on Your hear me bumpin' on 15-2 amps Colors and Cadillac 20 Gold D's That shines put it front to back I'm 'bout to snap So now my rap is predictible Why let 'em go like crabs? Foes is breaking yo pockets and back All black Foe whish up for a combat, sharpen up skills While rappers practice, they crossover like the Grand Hill That's why i'm still treatin' niggas like paint to pill Lyrically ??? and trilogy for dolla bills Home to bet the sky'll fall Within all costs chaos and Hell'll cause cost with ? Lip boss ? Case soft You whack emcees better shake dogs oughta shakin' off your friend's heart with lyrics that's soft. That's why you fallin' off! [Chorus: Declaime] West Coast Wild Style with this mic check We soul brothers got shit on deck No frills, Louieville with this ill dialect Worlwide takeover when we on the set X2 Mic check (Mic check) 1-2 Mic check Worlwide takeover when we on the set (When we on the set X3) [Verse 3: Declaime] Listens dun By this poet you know it to be My City P bombrush to yo face, you gets a mush Bad beats I do lust Must I straight go to the ill-minimo? Before, niggas leavin' a mini cold stationary ass reverb Neck deep So that all the weak sleep They come as leaders, warriors ready to battle at an hour Overpower ?cowards? To your ears like acid rain Too late, i'm lockin' down in the underground I found My true identity rest in me This is me a mad motherfucker on the microphone With niggas must I grown To get my life shown and gets flowin' when I find the one Two Whos crew wanna step up to my crew X2 My crew! [Chorus: Declaime] West Coast Wild Style with this mic check We soul brothers got shit on deck No frills, Louieville with this ill dialect Worlwide takeover when we on the set X2 Mic check (Mic check) 1-2 Mic check Worlwide takeover when we on the set (When we on the set X3)