Slow L, baby, D -Black
droppin' heat rocks
West Coast, uh -huh, Southeast San Diego,
uh -huh, California
Check this out, homie,
uh -huh, yeah, yeah
How you doin'?
Everybody will guess who's here
The next West Coast thing
bout to blow this year
If you ain't heard of me,
you bout to know my name
Cause this one here's for the clubs
and the radio play
I keep my name on the screen,
still strove with the heat
And on the chase,
make the cash flow
and dip with the freak
She heard my shit at the club,
now she be showin' me love
Now she wanna roll with the thug,
got him givin' it up
West Coast, California,
are you rollin' with us?
On Movisi and Dre,
now we back to blow up
Every year and anybody
who ever doubted before
Hope your ass is feelin' soft
for swingin' all on the floor
Got you throwin' them bows,
blastin' your stereo
And now you can't get enough
of Lil' Al no more
Don't say gangsta,
don't dance, we boogie
Drive my seat
and now everybody showing love to me
I keep it cracking in the club
And I don't give a damn
if these haters show no love
And everybody know
that my block can stay on flood
Instead of wild, baby,
so go on and give it up
I keep it cracking in the club
And I don't give a damn
if these haters show no love
And everybody know
that my block can stay on flood
Instead of wild, baby,
so go on and give it up
I roll up at the club, L .A. Park, VIP
No waitin' in line, walk in for free
Got at least three to eight
thugs rollin' with me
Poppin' Dom P .M., feelin' tipsy
Party off the jank,
I get to like two in the morn'
Ain't no tellin' if I even
make it home
Everybody know me,
I just love to get faded
Wake up in the mornin'
with two freaks straight X -rated
Keep it gangsta 24 -7
Whether in the club or on the streets,
homie, you'll get your wig split
I know you don't wanna
see me come up
But I'm comin' up
and your ass is lookin' tore up
Long time coming, but I finally made it
Critics always hatin', yeah,
I'm underrated
But I'ma keep on doin'
my thing just like 50
Leave black droppin' heat
so you know they gon' feel me, uh
I keep it crackin' in the club
And I don't give a damn
if these haters show no love
And everybody know
that my pockets stay on flood
Instead of wild, baby,
so go on and give it up
Give it up I keep it crackin' in the club
And I don't give a damn
if these haters show no love
And everybody know
that my pockets stay on flood
Instead of wild, baby,
so go on and give it up
Don't be trippin' off of haters
when I'm up in the club
Cause they just maxed all the groupies,
B's showin' me love
Mean mugs, fake thugs, groupies, a slut
It don't matter cause they
all be yap pin'
What?
Little while this, little while that
Starin' at me as I stroll
through the room
Lookin' blown back, blown back
Sip, yeah, stay strapped, boy,
where the hood at?
Hood right behind me,
so you know we gon' do that
Flip case, stay baked,
watch the 64, scrape
Bangin' on you so -called thugs
that stay bitch, man
Get laid, get paid, trick, that's my motto
Feelin' my lungs constantly up
with Cali Hydro
West Coast, S -D -C -A
Out here we don't play, bang every day
And from Friday to Sunday,
post up at the club
Spend a little chat,
cause even thugs have fun
And I keep it crackin' in the club
And I don't give a damn
if these haters show no love
And everybody know
that my hop can stay on flood
Instead of wild, baby,
so go on and give it up
I keep it crackin' in the club
And I don't give a damn
if these haters show no love
And everybody know
that my hop can stay on flood
It's still a wild baby,
so go on and give it up
Give it up
I keep it crackin' in the club
And I don't give a damn
if these haters show no love
And everybody know
that my life can stay on flux
It's still a wild baby,
so go on and give it up
Give it up
I keep it crackin' in the club
And I don't give a damn
if these haters show no love
And everybody know
that my life can stay on flux
It's still a wild baby,
so go on and give it up
Give it up