Too West Coast (feat. WC & Maylay)

[Ice Cube]

My ego, is big as Heathrow

Yup this a lethal, easy as a free throw

Yes this negro, is rather lethal

You about as lethal, as a mojito

Be my amigo, eat my burrito

You a fuckin seagull, up in Francisco

I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat

Murder's what she wrote, this is mo' evil

This is less than zero, don't be a hero

Nigga I'm a pharaoh, with double barrels

Goose bumps, hair rose, when I shoot these arrows

at your Camaro, pullin down Melrose

Still down with Elkos (???) 'til the fuckin cell close

Nigga don't test me, you're gonna fail those

They should arrest me, blow like Dizzy Gillespie

I don't aim where yo' vest be (bang)

[W.C.]

I'm too hot, to stop, walkin up with two Glocks

Way more than two shots, that'll make your roof drop

House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks

Dissin will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop

Whole crew popped, by this old school new shot

G niggaz still keep my weed in a shoebox

Dippin rollin through blocks, dippin while the crew pops

Eatin chicken dinners in my cutoffs and tube socks

Play my shit a lot of deejays they do not

Cause me and bitch niggaz don't mix like two cocks

Who knocks with them pocket rockets that'll shoot dots

Have your skull on the news lookin like goulash

When they ask who the top don't mention us as foolish

Eat yo' ass up like a pack of barracudas

Put the barrel to ya, like we never knew ya

Send the metal through ya, Da Lench Mob shooters

[Maylay]

I know vatos and they get popped most

Niggaz that flip mo' chicken than Bosco's

Squattin down the block low, hop in that hot fo'

And I can spot Poles when they not in cop clothes

Squabble with the combos, Maylay got those

Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's

They be poppin bottles, we knockin hollows

Promise by tomorrow I can have the spot closed

Talkin pronto, somethin like a lotto

Chips and cheese fuck meat, nigga these nachos

Speakin on guap' though, cause that's a combo

Keep my green on the side like it was cilantro

Comin with the honchos, that's in a stock Rolls

And everythang up out they mouth is like the gospel

It won't stop flow oh I'm not though

Lench Mob, big swanger, don't bang is the motto

[Chorus 4X: all]

Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West coast

They act like they scared of me - I'm too West coast

[Outro: Keith David (W.C.)]

The Grand Wizard

Ice Cube

[laughing]

(I am the West, Cube!)

(Got another one)

(I be tellin these niggaz and bitches on the bottom)

(They need to drink some of this Kool-Aid)

(Drink the Kool-Aid bitch!)