West Coast!
City of the motherfuckin' ghosts.
City of gangsta's who bangs ya' like toasts.
City of the motherfuckin' ghosts.
City of gangsta's who bangs ya' like toasts.

'I could live a fuckin' ghetto life.
'But i wanted to stay alive.
'King Geez', here's my high five.
'For be my homie fo' life.
'We been together against bustas with knives.
'Now we gotta fuck their wifes.
'PJ's gang, who has fakeass G thangs.
'With their gangs, they think we gotta get hell of bangs.
Fools see me in my blacc Lamborghini.
Pullin' out my submachine uzi.
Now they think i am hell spooky.
Ready for life, to get a drive-by.
With my AK, they will drive fo' die.
Lookin' at my history, so many felonies.
So many enemies, fantasies n' tragedies.
Found the lord of families.
Cut him in pieces, sighed "Thanks Jesus".
He had to be genius, cuz i was furious.
Get the hell out fool, before i fire yo' ride.
That's West Side motherfucker! If ya' think ya' can stop give a try!

West Coast!
City of the motherfuckin' ghosts.
City of gangsta's who bangs ya' like toasts.
City of the motherfuckin' ghosts.
City of gangsta's who bangs ya' like toasts.

Go bang on the church's bell.
Let's hear what will god tell.
Gettin' payout from rap n' cartel.
Makin' crack fo' sell.
Poisonin' kiddos and think bein' heroes.
Y'all are zeros, cover on yo' pillows.
Wait fo' me bangin' on the windows.
Gotta bring my AK made of stell.
You'll shout "What the hell?"
Two bullets through window, y'all will kneel.
You'll feel.. the real fear.
Get out of the deal, cuz i'll catch yo' wheel.
You'll feel.. the real fear.
Drop yo' beer. Run away before i appear.

West Coast!
City of the motherfuckin' ghosts.
City of gangsta's who bangs ya' like toasts.
City of the motherfuckin' ghosts.
City of gangsta's who bangs ya' like toasts.
West Coast!
City of the motherfuckin' ghosts.
City of gangsta's who bangs ya' like toasts.
City of the motherfuckin' ghosts.
City of gangsta's who bangs ya' like toasts.