West Coastin

[Intro: Raekwon]

Yeah yeah yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh

Rock the xxxx with the leathers on

With the muthafuckin' baggy jeans on cuff

Timbs, grazed out, straight up

[Raekwon]

Aiyo, I used to sniff ecst', carry gun

Smoke reefer, lamp with the illest team, son caught bad ones

Wild ones, caught a style, little bit of gift

Little bit of foul, never said vows, but he had ones

Fly sweats, hundred dollar kicks, run alotta vicks

Baseball heads chunky, villains look mad rich

Playin the block, scheemin', leaning for CREAM

That's the meaning, DT's laughing at black six, yo

So much coke in one bag, 'dro in the other black

Brothers won't share nothing, be runnin' the cabs

He ain't police, nigga just a nigga from the east

Redneck, heavy set light man, be ridin' the capri's

We block piranha's, shotguns, flash your armor

Regulate ground, on how get down, bound by honor

No clowns around us, visualize gowns and Prada's

Cats graduated, make it out the hood, and bounce on us

--instrumental break--

[Raekwon]

Yo, aiyo, been living in it

Live around killas, who more realer

Shoot through your after party, clap up your villlas

Sent through, ten or more, some with valors on

Four-fours on, I'm ready to hit up your whores, say 'war's coming'

Specialize in aiming, and we gang bang, slang change

Shoot through limosines, right through drink, he spanked you

Take the glass, break your ass, you was

Stepped in manuer shit, stank baked your ass

In for it, competition is nothing, I'm armed

Do you in like Jolly, stomp a seven to one

Fertilize thoughts, mad herbal in the air

Make the kid shoot this verbal clear

I'm honored by your support, thank daddy

Watch it could happen when we rapping

I be set, I be laughing, but it ain't about frontin'

Funds get large, or holding my composure, I be in the Testa Rosa

Blacked down, building just like the father

--instrumental break--

[Raekwon]

Yo, play the wall son, hold your ground

You know how I be gettin' out of town

Clothes get coped, close your shop

A hundred bored niggas, two bodyguards and a glock

Make sure nothing happen to the kid when I stop

Did east coast, west coast, we need to pull together

As long as you be real, and real with them real folks

Connect, make it happen, yo respect dons

We out in the Palms, diamond on, talkin' bout what's crackin'