You know that East Coast girls Always say what we mean And shy Southern boys Often don't say a thing But opposites attract And you were drawn to me And
mine I know I don't like a bunch of down south rappers (hell no) Cause I don't need to like a bunch of east coast rappers (no) SP the ghost and I eat
, come on, come on, come on, come on Now all my East Coast shorties come on do that thang, I said Dance for me, dance for me, yeah Now all my West coast
be street We like Dem boys up top from the BK (BK) Know how to flip that money three ways (Three ways) Always ridin' big on the freeway (Freeway) Wit that east coast
shit over there East coast west coast everywhere Your mother f***ers ain't playin fair We gon run your mother f***ers outta here Ain't nothing but gangstas
that's game, straight pop the most MC rapper from the West Coast Too Short, dead or alive I still chill on the Eastside 'Cause I remember how it all began House parties in East
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland
We're going to break it down old school style This is the old school type right? Short Dogg's in the house representing East Oakland, West Coast This is a West Coast
long night So watch how you talk in the wild wild west East coast rappers make us look fresh With the save a hoe and everybody scream East coast rappers
can do you the favor Just as long as you share with your neighbor Some like the Sour D, that's an east coast swing But on the west coast we all know
White House, my ice out demanding respect Bravehearting to the grave, darling wavin' my sterling From out the black Bentley, it's off, spray 'til y'all falling East to West Coast
Nobody does it better, nobody does it better They can come closer than close, yeah Original they never will be We bumpin' from coast to coast, yeah, yeah
party won't stop, East Coast represent and put your hands up, Ohhhh oh ohhhh, [Onassis] It's New York City trick, Out-out in Jersey trick, East Coast
If you a down south nigga, throw it up, (and) If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (ay) If you a
should I say it's on The mental instrumental I continue with My song yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of The East Coast stomp. Fam
the mack in me (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me) Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (Nothin' nothin'
coast to coast Like what, what, what, what, what Get paid let's get this money-a Like what major league playa Don't stop coast to coast Like what
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked You'se a B writer, Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but
