[Intro]
Sup Fred?
Gangsta sh**
West Coast...
[Verse One]
n***as with hepatitis
Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis
Infected selected neglected ejected
And next time ya hit the West
You could best believe, believe the best, mothafu*k the rest
What you supposed to be snatchin'?
You comin' to a world of punctured hearts and jackin'
Lethal illegal overseein' the [??] be like seagulls
Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles
The end of the sequel
I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and n***a to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll b**h n***as by name:
Mothaf** D
Mothaf** M
Only X I know is Xzibit or RBX
Extraordinary, trynna snatch my b**h
You can have the b**h, two b**hes gettin' rich
Just to come to the West Coast and get stripped down
Beat to d**h and stripped, all over a b**h
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth sh**
Get ya a** kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the n***as that represent, ya'll ain't sh** New York
They actin' like a b**h New York
Buckshot, Noreaga, Jigga - cool
Canibus, Wu-Tang, my n***as - cool
Def Squad and DefJam, but f** Ja Rule
Irv Gotti I can't wait for Raekwon to break fool
Trynna sign Daz, n***a Daz 'll sign you
And when you hit the West, this is what we gon' do:
Get ya'll n***as, slap ya'll n***as like b**hes
Dippin' through the 'hood on switches
I just bought me a Cadillac last week
Wit' a new b**h since my old b**h tweaked
Naw homeboy, the game just ain't the same
If you wanna know, Kurupt said it, and I'm Callin' Out Names
[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* "f**, f**, f** all ya'll"
[Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]
"It's for my n***as and my b**hes
My b**hes and all my n***as, my n***as and
My b**hes, my b**hes and all my n***aaaa**!"
Callin' Out Names!
(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n***as wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n***as wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
[Verse 2]
I don't give a f**
Catch me in da 'hood all blue Chucks, g**ned the f** out 'cause
Only thing I like that Ryde Ruff is Eve
And all the rest of ya'll n***as who Ryde Ruff get these
I'mma tell you one mo' time and I won't say it again
Kurupt said it mothaf**a from beginnin' to end
You salamander-a** caterpillar-a** mothaf**a
Fake-a** busta-a** fake k**a mothaf**a
If it wasn't for the West
These rap n***as wouldn't need a vest for they chest
Quoted from a f**a homie X
The Lox ya'll my mothaf**as, can't forget ya'll
And that's spoken on from the mothaf**in Dogg
All the rest of ya'll, tell ya like this
Eat a fat dick b**h
I'm Callin Out Names!
[Break]
f** Ruff Ryder
f** The Firm
f** Belly
Kurupt says f** 'em
[Chorus]
n***a, now if I didn't say yo name, then this ain't for you
But if you try to speak then I'mma peel the paint for you
I cause brain tumors, thinkin' of a thought to think
Lettin' off caliber's 'til the chamber need to be changed
Empty out, simply don't tempt me
I empty out until everything in this mothaf**a's gone
I empty house off of empty rounds
Now what the f** you gotta say?
What the f** you wanna see? The homie's on my K
I never worry 'bout none of ya'll so why now?
I run it through and this is how you do it Dogg Pound (ROOF!)
The Gang, we master blast and maintain
Weed money c**aine got us all insane
b**h n***as remember even though the times may change
I want Kurupt said it n***a, and I'm Callin' Out Names
[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* All ya'll! "f**, f**, f** all ya'll"
[Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]
"It's for my n***as and my b**hes
My b**hes and all my n***as, my n***as and
My b**hes, my b**hes and all my n***aaaa**!"
West Coast! Bout Time!
(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n***as wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
Let's start!
Coasta' n***a!
(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n***as wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
Holla at'cha boy On the West Coast get at me homie!
(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n***as wouldn't need a vest around they chest)