2pac - Coast to Coast lyrics

[Chorus: female singer] Welcome to the West Coast Where we ball, ride on f*gs Sittin' back, cuz been working right (Now let me you bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce (Bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce, bounce, bounce We've been working right (Calico stand up) [2Pac] Now ever since a n***a was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin' Ridin on these n***as cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug n***a Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, n***a then we first to bomb Bust on these b**h-made n***as hit 'em up, WESTSIDE Ain't nobody love me as a broke n***a Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke n***as I love my females strapped, no f**in from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Pa**ed by while these n***as wonder by I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah, n***a tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, n***as still ballin [Chorus] [Rush] Ok, cash C-note, blasting me through your door Flew from the old, cross seas for the blow Weed's federal, better roll in the tape Your armored truck stuck, cuz I'm taking the ba** But to be quite frank, taking over this world I want best of both shines like diamonds and pearls Never gave a f** though, and paybacks a b**h If I see my luck sold, then I'mma bag some kids You know how it bad it is, half a g, an old scheme Squeeze, play to rehab, cuz it's part of they plea Surf the world to find material, harder than me But I'm bigger than life, son, so what's what's larger than me? Flaudelently, haters be claiming they guns hit Knowing they ain't done sh**, except go when the gun spit Now who, retaliates, with the strip for the streets I got peeps that conviscate with the strength of the heat, holla [Chorus] [Cappadonna] Aiyo, I came in the game, like a thief in the night And ya'll s**a MC's, ya'll be try'nna be bite My whole style and my format, n***as should fall back When I attack the mack, stay live and direct, I wreck Set, keeping ya b**h wet, it's no sweat Whenever I'm around you, your mind is weak I speak the truth when I spit, ain't coming to talk sh** Yo, I'm live and direct, coming to stalk sh** What, come on, b**h, yeah, enter my zone You can't imagine how my four-speed's ever so deadly I swing swords, I hit you in your f**ing head piece Cuz you fronted on Don, and now you dying in hell Spit my name, can't beat my tell, n***a, what's felt? To the lost generation of rap, my n***as locked down Whoever feel trapped, grab ya gat, quick, shoot ya where I plotted the b**h Never let 'em hold you back, this is strictly the Don If you ever front on me, n***a, I'm breaking your arm Bees in the winter, enemies better be gone f** all of the fly sh**, ya'll Hollywood...