[Chorus: Bizz]
Everything you want in me
The West Coast got it
If you want some bomb sticky trees
The West Coast got it
Spending on dubs and D`s
The West Coast got it
And if it`s fine honey`s you need
The West Coast got it
[DTTX]
You know the West Coast got whatever you want
We in the land of em dawgs ain`t no time to (?)
And it`s all about getting paid in a major way
You can say what say up in the land do it all day
There ain`t no stopin` a player can`t you tell
Like the e-mail, Scott tail, in in there, hit me now
Let it work for hot stanks and the city life
And Dub C we just riders do it all night
We the bash got you flossin the flash
Latin thugs want a holler when I mash and don`t get it twisted
We got the bomb and it on in here
Picture clear in the West got nothin to fear
[Chorus: Bizz]
Everything you want in me
The West Coast got it
If you want some bomb sticky trees
The West Coast got it
Spending on dubs and D`s
The West Coast got it
And if it`s fine honey`s you need
The West Coast got it
[Proper Dos]
We got what you need indeed
Smokey rock with the finest weed
I`ll make you bleed
Cause we can slip either way in Southern Cal
So your hospitality or the hospital
If you wanna hate we can accommodate
I`d rather put the top down
And bump the sounds of the Phosgene
Hittin corners slow like my tank is on E
But make tank is on Full ese, Im Frank V
You had love for me since Latin rappers kind of new
But ten years later you turn hater
But ese you a no brainer a no gamer
A couple albums out but you still a no namer
But that`s on you cause I`m Low Pro`d out
Could of got on the bus but now the bus rolled out
So now I`m bling bling and it time for a toast
Cause that`s how we do it on the wicked West Coast
[Chorus: Bizz]
Everything you want in me
The West Coast got it
If you want some bomb sticky trees
The West Coast got it
Spending on dubs and D`s
The West Coast got it
And if it`s fine honey`s you need
The West Coast got it
[Point Blank]
We got gold D`s and sticky trees
Packed chrome heat
Trick`s up my sleeve
Baby keep that heat discrete
We worldwide so you already know it`s Low Pro
When we hit the concrete roll by your pad slow
Another hit but it ain`t that type
Creep the night then hits all right
Bumping out you boom box late night
I got you loked up enough
To break them suckas down your block
We stayed heated with them platinum cuts, it don`t stop
Keep it hot killer Cali style we flippin` them hits
That make that bad little brick house smile feel the breeze
Palm trees and old gees satiate the streets
Known for bring bomb beats always comin` complete
It`s Point Blank baby let it be known
West Coast old San no bunch straight lava it`s on
Hold my on cause once again it on no doubt
Representin` through the fullest baby doll and I`m out
[Chorus: Bizz]
Everything you want in me
The West Coast got it
If you want some bomb sticky trees
The West Coast got it
Spending on dubs and D`s
The West Coast got it
And if it`s fine honey`s you need
The West Coast got it
