my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the makin') Where I'm from (Aftermath, you better watch your colors) (In the City of Angels) Y'all niggaz got it fucked up What you thought cause I'm from
death Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles Home of the Crips and the Bloods Where even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud And visitors from
(Winter) Heaven only moved once yesterday Before the moon and stars were born Angels makin' love And all along the coast of fear Devil come screamin'
no need to ask where i'm from Westside home of the perk even 12 year olds put in work West coast got 'em bang [Chorus:] From the east to the west coast
Shawty your my angel Your my darling angel Your picture upside down just for me babyyy Shawty your my angel Your my darling angel Show me love hit me
really be runnin' over whoever said That my career was over Whoever gave me the cold shoulder And turn they backs on me I'll be blazin' you from both coasts
I move is to go collect my paper See me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra Hop out of my porche, pull my trunk and extort ya Yup we west coast
original west coast rhyme riders The original west coast rhyme riders The original west coast rhyme riders The original west coast, coast, coast, coast
Scram, scoot-skedadle, you shouldn't try to battle Tight rappers you're running circles around Just like a satelite, not bad, aight? Naw, west coast
the reverend Do blacks get to go heavens Pack da gat for Armageddon Mac-11, know where headin Selling crack since seven B.C., L.K., Neatha From Bushwick
my foreskin Take the blood and write down my four sins On the side of Satan's coffin, I see angel's corpses I start to gettin nautious from demonic forces
you missin' it, smokin' in peace After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin' While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast
CHORUS if I said you have a beautiful body would you hold it against me if I swore you were an angel would you treat me like the devil tonight if I were
-hi-de-he from the depths of the sea To the mountains so hollering high I've found the best one under God's given sun Yeah, the cowboy got lucky tonight While the angel
for the West coast; we lost an icon y'all. Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away today at 6:45 PM, Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to complications from AIDS. A definite West coast
Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking] Hey yo (Ghetto Postage) Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin' collar (With a lil' West Coast
the porch of the project stePs Went from mobS deep to meeting Jimmy Iovine And modEl chicks, but uh, lemme keep it clean Been around the world and some with 50 Cent East coast Tim's, west coast
he fronted me the birdie and Phil got the costumers comin' to get it early we Came a long way from police chasin' Us for dope in our socks and angel