"Str8 Westcoast (Remix) (Feat. Warren G, Shake Sheist, Nate Dogg & Xzibit)" as written by Andre Young, Royal Harbor and Michael Elizondo....
Super ugly!
Part two (West coast, West coast), Mr. X to the Z
Yeah, Warren
Yeah, LA Indo, Gangster and Mack Mo, guns out your window (dangerous)

Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven
Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin' huh?
Try again faggot
You've gotta ride better than that
To move out in front of the pack
It's 2002
My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques
I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up
I drop Prada, lock and load, heat the streets up
You weak fuck, shakin' and dancing
Ya'll takin' pills, we takin' penitentiary chances
I'm too advanced-is
Never the same when I hit it and quit it
You want it come get it, I'm wit it
When I say that I'm wit it
That means I got a main defense team that's gon' get me acquitted
G's is walkin' out the courtroom like George Jefferson
Stop the interviewin', the faggot had it comin' to him

Warren G!

(What) what ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit (yup)
Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
I learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)
The-the doctor Andre Young
Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me
Goin' hard on the yard 'til my dogs bail me
They tells me I can't proceed wit' it
I came back and got Warren G wit' it

West coast
Still smoking on that Indo
Don't smoke, oh no don't pretend (oh no)
I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo
I'm rollin on some real oh no
'Bout to get it, but niggas trip though
Let's go, I'm the realest and they all know
Real dope, you need a filter or you will choke
Indo, that's all a nigga will smoke (oh no)

Now, niggas better get between their door (door)
I'm shakin' all your shit onto the floor (floor)
And niggas don't get it, but be careful what you ask for you just might get it (might get it)
Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin' like Hopkins
Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin' (Sheist ain't never stoppin')
In other words, if your click full
Can't press mute doin' the poppin'
I'm feelin' funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't been eatin' for weeks (I'm sick)
I ain't trying to get no better
But rather, infect the world leavin 'Vick's in an old sweater

Knoc's landin'
Tell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin' (yup)
Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin'
Who gots your undivided attention
Who makes your panties wet girl (what)
Hold up, pause, which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the drawers
At parties and shows, I mash regardless
Yo' hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment
I clench the vision till there's no room for expansion
All prepared for war it's Knoc's landin'
A nightly stalker, in shadows I walk
Mindin' my own while haters throw soft (yo)
The more I succeed, the more bitches clock
Through my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously
Waitin to introduce you to tragedy see
Knoc's landin' (Knoc's landin')

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"Str8 Westcoast [Remix]" as written by Royal R. Harbor Nathaniel D. Hale

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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