South Park - West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast lyrics

Now these West Coast players and we love to ball... And these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all... Chorus: And them East Coast k**as ought to represent And when we ride together we're gonna k** some sh**... [Verse 1] I got my mind made up, I'm strapped and I'm riddin high West Side till I die, money multiplied Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold j**lery Down and dirty hooked up with my phones And we blow big candy cane Playa hattin dirty Mex don't understand tha game I can't do it cause I'm all about my money man Baby beach, baby beth, latino's if ever do you gang bang Hoggin and doggin cheddar cheese full of scratch And got them super fly fish tags full of tash That's how we do it, hustle fluit runnin through my veins I got soldiers that'll dump for a little change... Ring around the police, pockets full of hoezies [Carlos Coy] Swingin n swervin jealous man's burden It's the wizard tha 36 ozies Hoe's see my ride and wanna say they a virgin 20 inch turnin keep they heart hurtin H-town city slicker, buy my German Sippin' on bourban, back woods a burnin' Back in the days I couldn't get one wordin Now I park valet wit boys outta Cali Playas on pro's like the mother f**in valley If you were me, u'd be surrounded by security Dope House, known for our purity (Chorus) [Verse 2] Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's Take Keys break 'em down the o's and p's 17 shots pulled back an squeeze And I'll ball like a mother f**in' C-fee toe Down with the click, I'm Baby Beesh I'm laced in this b**h like PCP, with SPM, and LOW-G I'ma grind in L.A. 'til my very last day and I'm a Hillwood Hustla 'til I die motherf**er It's a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, please believe it And like I said big frost is a hard act to follow... I guess that's the reason I roll with my rival [3rd verse - Rasheed] It's the - Philly Alumni on the drum I, come I wit the type of funk that make a s**a cry I ain't gon' lie, but he need no paper to fly gettin' sick, wit Salty Waters' Lifestyl livin' life-a my organization down wit World Wide Hustlaz the homie force that's gon' hop up on the plane seize, that Baby Beesh without the west coast mary jane on the east coast, they're going whacko for that stack of paper on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and they stack that paper we screamin' YAAY YAAY wit the baskets full of blaze like Universal comin' wit Def Jam cashin' in the money, South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin' power moves ev-ery day and do a hater we gon' have to... (Chorus x2) [Low G] I feel it get crunk and take control like Janet It's yo boy Low G from the center of the planet When you hear the hit, what show you gonna jam in Can't hang with the bandit, haters can't stand it Recommended a mendez, ta win dis The Menace most worse that Dennis Mmmmm, Me entiendes? Raches apendes Remember me Low-G from the block of rock Second war with the nine millemeter glock Keep it endless, stayin friendless Cali flex the next Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed and the South Park Mex... (Chorus x2