Dttx - West Coast Got It lyrics

[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 s**as down your block We stayed heated with them platinum cuts, it don't stop Keep it hot k**er 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