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Snoop Dogg
Its somethin about the West Coast
that makes these paper ends
Eastside! Eastside!
its somethin about the West Coast
that makes these paper ends
HELP ME SING IT!
Chorus: R.L.
Do You Wanna Ride? get high six-four
lets have some fun baby
lets have some fun
oh well get blowed and thats fa sho!
and hop on dubs baby and have some fun
now check this out!
Verse One: R.L.
Come on Ill hit you with the rolie ring
cotton candy with a shiesty drink
blazed with caress doin the right thing
and you kissed me once one on the cheek
I remember it like yesterday wed hop on a bus
and just ride away I knew we would
run away someday and Ima say if we do...
Chorus: R.L.
Verse Two: Snoop Dogg
bottles of moedo models fa sho
we havin a good time avoidin one time
layin in the sunshine its all gravy!
pull up hit a switch whats crackin baby
Ride with me slide with a double O
sip on this moemoe
get your mother-in-law get your girlfriends
All yall can come along
Well be doin this all summer long
In the Cadillac beatin up some Battlecat
Dogg youse a fool baby lemme handle that
Oh you dont drink so you dont think
You aint gon win you dont speak, you aint no freak
cause I can turn you, learn you and burn you up
Gimme the cup sit down and shut up!
I be d*mned we done run outta Mo again
Here we, here we go again!
Chorus: R.L.
Verse Three: R.L.
I gotta chevelot white walls and them
twenty inch blades in the coupe with Snoop
gettin juiced orange juice top down
and feel the sun rays feelin kinda good right know
right around my hood right now
lookin for somethin to do like a barbecue
jump high to the beat in the house
a little bit of music and a couple of babes
a little bit of drank and a game of spades
take some ribs to your mamas house
Ill so ya what Im talkin bout its about to go down!
Chorus: R.L.
Verse Four: Lil Kim
Aight God I admit Im part tricky
Take tricks to cali and strip and get sticky
Ima get get it crunk anywhere I go
why you smooth haters actin like yall dont know
From barbecues to barmitzvahs
O.Gs crack the O.E when they listen to me
Cris on the table push it in the air
Come on pass that s**t like thats that s**t
We doin Battlecat homies in the Sony
The Bee showin love to the westside homies
Give you somethin you can feel, recognize the real...
Cause its, cause its somethin bout the East Coast
that makes us wanna squeeze mo
but Ima tell you how we ride
Show you how we do the d*mn thing...
We gon show you how we do it
Chorus