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west coast - cuhzlocc lyrics

[intro]
i’m from the west coast, that’s where i roam
yeah, yeah
blue rag hangin’, reppin’ crip until i’m gone
it’s locc (it’s locc)

[hook]
i’m from the west coast, that’s where i roam (westside)
f*ck the law, i made the streets home
blue rag hangin’, reppin’ crip ‘till i’m gone (on crip)
n*ggas talkin’ tough, but they ain’t alone (they really not alone)
everybody catchin’ fades, hittin’ l!cks on them opps (run your pockets)
i done stepped the spot, married to the block
and i start movin’ silence, that’s the talk (woop, woop)
catch a n*gga slippin’ outline in the chalk, cuh (yawk)

[verse 1]
wеst coast born, san jo’s where i bang
ahead of my timе, crip ‘till the grave (on crip)
blue rag tucked, walkin’ like gs
f*ck with me, put a n*gga six feet deep
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, but they ain’t ’bout that life
one wrong move, i’ll cut out like a knife (clat)
n*ggas sippin’ henny, blowin’ kush out the whip
keep it gangsta, never switch, never slip, we stayin’ lit
real gs know the code of the street (yeah)
loyalty, money, blood in the concrete
westside crip ‘till i die
enemies drop when we ride, no lie
ain’t no peace, just war on these blocks
(whole lotta gang sh*t, you know i’m sayin’?)
really out here with my n*ggas, stackin’ them knots (yeah)
and we still posted, n*gga, eyes on the prize
in the city where the real n*ggas be
dodgin’ 5*0, never catch me lackin’
stayin’ ten toes, always keep it crackin’, no brackin’ (on crip)
[hook]
i’m from the west coast, that’s where i roam (westside)
f*ck the law, i made the streets home
blue rag hangin’, reppin’ crip ‘till i’m gone (on crip)
n*ggas talkin’ tough, but they ain’t alone (they really not alone)
everybody catchin’ fades, hittin’ l!cks on them opps (run your pockets)
i done stepped the spot, married to the block
and i start movin’ silence, that’s the talk (woop, woop)
catch a n*gga slippin’ outline in the chalk, cuh (yawk)

[verse 2]
palm trees swayin’, glocks out the window (pah, pah)
ride or die, n*gga, that’s the f*ckin’ motto
f*ck a b*tch, i’m chasin’ after that dough
hustle every day, i’m movin’ like pablo
deep in the game, my n*ggas by my side
i’m feeling like royal blue ‘till i die
they hit a switch, lowrider bouncin’ in the sky
cali dreamin’, ain’t no time to cry
westside livin’, sip the drank slow
f*ck a fake n*gga, leave him in the cold
stay strapped, ‘cause it’s do or die
one shot, send a n*gga up to the sky
we out here in the set, cruisin’ real slow
them opps watchin’, but they don’t know (nah)
from the streets to the hoods, we claim the throne (yeah)
stackin’ paper, while we holdin’ our own
real g’s gon keep pushin’, never turn to no snitch (don’t never)
we stayin’ on point, and we never trust a b*tch, my n*gga (on crip)
[hook]
i’m from the west coast, that’s where i roam (westside)
f*ck the law, i made the streets home
blue rag hangin’, reppin’ crip ‘till i’m gone (on crip)
n*ggas talkin’ tough, but they ain’t alone (they really not alone)
everybody catchin’ fades, hittin’ l!cks on them opps (run your pockets)
i done stepped the spot, married to the block
and i start movin’ silence, that’s the talk (woop, woop)
catch a n*gga slippin’ outline in the chalk, cuh (yawk)

[outro]
i’m from the west coast, that’s where i roam
f*ck the law, made the streets home

- cuhzlocc lyrics

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