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  • What'cha Gone Do lyrics
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    See im a real G from head to toe
    The whole West Coast to let you know
    Got a floor that seeks Namonia
    Never will i live California


    poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold degons
    hustlers hustle gangsters banging
    whatch fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin
    whatch for you claiming its B's and C's
    this is G's is more than palm trees and ********
    is more than movie stars and models
    is more than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes
    more like east-side browns pat and vato
    take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs
    your boy flow colder Tahoethen Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
    side show 24's on this shure box
    gass stepped brake everybody shake it real lops
    and give it up for Mac Dre and Pac
    all eyez on that heify move me call it baywatch
    and i'm youck hasselhoff the boss
    24's on the porsche yeah it cost a floss
    Venn this ************* that you brought yeah sho toss the boss
    was the chicken straight without the sauce?
    take it off

    x2


    westside westside G's throw your setzi
    and represent from felix midgeon tooky
    to my dudes in the pen to my youngsters in groovy
    ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10 uzzy
    only ************* vertical high like AMG
    cause its funky enough like DOC
    young duzine like Eazy-E
    and the whole Cali will love it like Tupac and Dre
    top dog like SN double O P
    Daz and Kurupt raised gin like the DPG
    i used to pack a hammer tricked crooked eye
    y'all make me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
    i like my mommma new ports banging too shorts
    back in 86' when rappers all new born
    cool man spice one dangerous thing
    Richie Rich for them boss
    *************z slanging the cain
    but on seat is like keep the sneak
    we get that mailman like 40 bleed the streets
    out Cali..

    x2


    REG IME LBC yeah that's me
    i do been high since the day of dust shack
    the hood done fa*************on bricks and big masters
    gone fresh coes got swagged your big dad
    gang bang started with the tribe to plee at
    kicked down at door ripped up the floor
    first mother*********s to rap for Sign Moore
    now be back take a look and face it
    the Julio Cezar chapped before this rap *************t
    to inverce with my toughts i'm a classic
    all school rap daddy on your caskets

    x2
  • What'cha Gone Do lyrics
    x2

    See im a real G from head to toe
    The whole West Coast to let you know
    Got a floor that seeks Namonia
    Never will i live California


    poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold degons
    hustlers hustle gangsters banging
    whatch fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin
    whatch for you claiming its B's and C's
    this is G's is more than palm trees and ********
    is more than movie stars and models
    is more than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes
    more like east-side browns pat and vato
    take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs
    your boy flow colder Tahoethen Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
    side show 24's on this shure box
    gass stepped brake everybody shake it real lops
    and give it up for Mac Dre and Pac
    all eyez on that heify move me call it baywatch
    and i'm youck hasselhoff the boss
    24's on the porsche yeah it cost a floss
    Venn this ************* that you brought yeah sho toss the boss
    was the chicken straight without the sauce?
    take it off

    x2


    westside westside G's throw your setzi
    and represent from felix midgeon tooky
    to my dudes in the pen to my youngsters in groovy
    ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10 uzzy
    only ************* vertical high like AMG
    cause its funky enough like DOC
    young duzine like Eazy-E
    and the whole Cali will love it like Tupac and Dre
    top dog like SN double O P
    Daz and Kurupt raised gin like the DPG
    i used to pack a hammer tricked crooked eye
    y'all make me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
    i like my mommma new ports banging too shorts
    back in 86' when rappers all new born
    cool man spice one dangerous thing
    Richie Rich for them boss
    *************z slanging the cain
    but on seat is like keep the sneak
    we get that mailman like 40 bleed the streets
    out Cali..

    x2


    REG IME LBC yeah that's me
    i do been high since the day of dust shack
    the hood done fa*************on bricks and big masters
    gone fresh coes got swagged your big dad
    gang bang started with the tribe to plee at
    kicked down at door ripped up the floor
    first mother*********s to rap for Sign Moore
    now be back take a look and face it
    the Julio Cezar chapped before this rap *************t
    to inverce with my toughts i'm a classic
    all school rap daddy on your caskets

    x2