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west coastin - sneek rothstein lyrics

[intro: sneek rothstein & pause
yeah!
yeah another year man, 2018
we made it fam
drodians we still here
everything drodian, drodian tv, drodians.com
alright, alright, alright, okay
me, i’m stizzle
ok*k*k*k
shoutout to all my drodian fam
my cali boys, westcoastranostra
[verse 1: sneek rothstein]
big money on the line, a lot of thoughts on my mind
i grind harder than you, and do what you can’t do
it was three brothers, now it’s down to two
i found out the truth and that sh*t hurts
a lot of your favorite rappers is weirdos and jerks, huh
tight pants and skirts, i get perks ‘cause i was born a g
glenwood [?] block, everybody know me
i need that peta, that feta, that gouda, that guap
when you on the money, that sh*t coming nonstop
till you get popped and shot, so i keep knock and bang
36 like wu*tang on deck, ars, sks, pistols and tecs
we taking off, respect
and we getting to the bag at the trap
what you expect from the west coast best
still dancing underwater and i don’t get wet
but i be splashing, two hands on the wheel so there’s no crashing
what you asking

[hook: pause]
middle of the winter and the weather’s perfect
reach for the breadwinners and know that they girlfriends got girlfriends
kush lungs, swisher sweets
crenshaw crescent nights, venice beach
lowrider, dodgers cap, chucks on the feet
cali west coastin’
[verse 2: sneek rothstein
so right now you’re riding around with the drodians
street n*gga spitting game live from the podium
they pimping in the pulpit and popping in the streets
took a few l’s but them wins much sweeter
bonita applebum, yeah i got a chance to meet her
khakis, chucks, and a fresh wifebeater
that’s how we roll, i collect more than dough when i pass go
i got the rhythm nation plus i’m in control
elvis stole the soul and ran with it
ray j said he was the first to hit it
after ray j, kanye swooped in and committed
nowadays everybody’s a critic and i ain’t with it
your opinions don’t help but mean sh*t to me
i think the old heads is hiding by the fear of success
and threatened by the new blood in the west
i keep a vest, and a immy in the city of sacs

- sneek rothstein lyrics

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