Feat. Daz Dillinger, Kurupt & Kokane
Verse 1 [Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, ridin' down the street, smoke out the sunroof
Pocket full of loot, see I aint afraid to shoot
Got my khaki suit on, I keep it so original
To fit in with them bloods and crips and straight criminals
Kurupt my nigga, Kokane ridin' with him
Bounce and ride to this Cali asss rhythm
Set your EQ's adjust your amps
Ya know chillin' with your girl yeah adjust ya tramp
Tell her that I'm in town for just one night (night)
So stop bitch*n' bitch get it right
See I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta, it explains itself
Ask ya homie who cocked, when did he need some help
See I aint for the b.s, the party straight frizesh
Take it back to the 80's, I'm cold straight
What do you got left? Tha nigga called Daz
Mr Dillinger willin' to gettin' off in yo asss
Chorus [Kokane]
Out on the westside, this is how we ride
When I get my gangsta boogie on, I smoke like Cheech and Chong
On the westside, this is how we ride
Where the girls be so damn fine, we keep it bangin' all the time
Verse 2 [Kurupt]
West West, young Eliot Ness
Ride up Ride up on a nigga nest
Write it on the walls, or ink it ya chest
Wicked westside malibu ss
Posted like a champ on the corner, we'll corner ya
Bust ambulance, coroner warrior
California Dreams
B*** shit's nothin' homie
Talkin' that shit tryna run up on me
You might get hit, thinkin' you won't get touched
F**n' around with us thinkin you won't get bussed on nigga
Hold your horses or get ya horse took
Perfect shot, west rider, dumpin' don't look
Inhale endo, only hit kush
Daz and Kurupt is the line I push
Kokane game cold a hundred below
Legendary westcoast gangsta flow
Chorus [Kokane]
Out on the westside, this is how we ride
When I get my gangsta boogie on, I smoke like Cheech and Chong
On the westside, this is how we ride
Where the girls be so damn fine, we keep it bangin' all the time