[Intro]
Something about the West coast
Shhh, don't tell nobody

[Chorus]
Something about the West coast
It makes me wanna ride
Shake it Westside
Throw ya hands up let's ride
To the city of the scene
Put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor
Something about the West coast
It makes me wanna ride over last line

[RR overlaps]
No disrespect it's all love and a muthafucka just feel real good
Be like what's poppin' on this side of the muthafuckin' planet
Understand me? It's still one love, smokin'
It's just a whole lot more money involved

[Verse 1]
In and out my zone
I roam like mobile phones (right)
Rag top 'Vettes Yukons & hundred chromes
Silly bitches lie in wait until the day I come home
While the phone machine kicks
"Biitch Rich ain't at home" (Ha)
Six million ways to mob choose one
I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes
Froze like bitches, tuck they toes like hoes
These amateur n***as done turned pro
Can't ride with the hi pro glow
The boss with the sauce
Got receipts to show how much it cost
I dedicate this to the ridahs
Who like to slip sideways
Beware, double's shuttin down the highway