The West Coast Cypher

[Verse 1: Xzibit] I'm heavy hearted, heavy handed, misunderstanded Turn a permanent repercussion, I empty the cannon I'm addicted to ganja, roll it up in the wood Drink a gallon of Henny, throw it up for the hood I'mma ride for my people, give my people a voice Never followed a leader, use my weapon of choice This is not an illusion, this is not a mirage Conversation with God, spilling my soul out I own assault weapons that fold out like Megatron The iron long, drop bottom bombs on Babylon So tag along like a dog with a vagabond Smoke 'till the cess is gone Niggas on their grind, put my motherfucking records on So they can relate to the hate and the pain To the struggle and strain Never take it in vain, breathing one and the same Pressure push your forehead out the back of your brain So west [Verse 2: YG] 'Bout to bring the coast back, 'bout to bring the coast back Told them make it nasty like some motherfucking cognac Pull up on your niggas like Jordan at the three line Still in the hood, hanging like beehives Your money like knee-high, my money like ye-high I whip the Porsche like it's a horse, maybe say yee-ha We striped like Adidas, and be bang like speakers 'Bout to cop a couple of houses and have more spots than cheetas You sell with the coke, I sell with the flow You off-brand rappers wouldn't sell/sail with a boat You be tweeting a lot, you be talking too much But when daytime pass, you still wouldn't bust We can pinky-promise, but I still wouldn't trust They talk down on me, but I still look up Just was talking to Nip, he say he still fucked up It's the westside, niggas get chipped like woodchuck [Verse 3: Kurupt] What I represent, the whole coast line All on my back, fool, I'mma hold mine I do it everyday, I do this every time I got my motherfucking nine every, every time I told you why I came, see this is all about The way we push the east coast all the way to the south You see us in the north, hey man, we going off Seventeen shots, hit 'em, look, throw the molotov Blowing up the building, I raise, everybody feel it Everywhere a rage, you can feel me coming through Everyday dropping down, throw everything I got When I fly high as the sky Walking on the clouds, say it loud I'm so hood, nigga, too bad to be good Looking at 'em like I wish they would I burn 'em all every time, any place and they know they could Step to the side anyplace, stepping up in Inglewood I got the homies, on lock [Verse 4: E-40] They don't make 'em like me no more Matter of fact, they never have, never will They'll never be another E 4-0 I told you once before I ain't rapping too fast, y'all just listening too slow You may not see me on the TV channel But in the hood I'm still hot like the left-sink handle Mobster like Marlon Brando or should I say Tony Soprano? I hit you with the heel of my .40 Caliber handle Platinum and gold plaques I was doing the damn thing while y'all was drinking Similac Macking on mine, that's what I told your batch She think I'm a .jpeg, she wanna get attached Turn up like the vegetable Speaking of vegetables, right now I'm on this medical I got this heinous style I'm feeling mane, I'm throwed I'm a boss, put the president on hold [Verse 5: DJ Quik] I got big plans to make, big dough to get I got big tracks to rhyme on, this supposed to hit Got big bottles to buy, big bushes to saw Now how the hell y'all hate me and I'm just like y'all? I need a watch that's shiny To make the spine be the same color as the piping on the seats behind me Diamonds in the ring, and the watch is apparent I ain't gotta prove I'm fly; parrot I’m Phillip Drummond producing the Mrs. Garret If the shoe fits, ten and a half, I can wear it I spit it like I meant it, you resent it? Splendid I spit the four bars before this verse had ended Whatever the trend is, I pen, this is not freestyle I’d like to see my pistol like Lennon did A big kid, and an even bigger adult I'm slow flowed, I should be pushing Renault And I'm solo, yo [Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar] If I said I'd be doing this at 16, would you believe me? Or see me to be just the innocent Kendrick, you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat I'm mashing all of my skeletons, would you jump in a seat Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of being a lawyer, a doctor Instead of a boy with a chopper that hold the culdesac hostage And do 'em all if they gossip Children on the corn', stay vandalizing the option Of living a lie, driving their bodies with toxics Constantly drinking and drive Hit the powder then watch the flames that arrive in his eyes Listen coward the concept is aim it, then bang it, then slide Out the bitch the deposit The prize on his head that tithes probably'll go to the projects I live inside the belly of the critics And Snoop passed us the torch, I'mma burn you rappers with it What's up? [Verse 7: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, it's back on me I guess I'll take the microphone casually And do my thug-izzle straight from the dome And let you niggas know that's watching at home BET, easily, let me show you how it go S-N double O, break down a smooth flow Breaking like dominoes Lay it on the table for you Let you a little game for your mind Get a lawyer, this is too much for you You couldn't understand Let me drop another plan holding my left hand Moving my right hand, dropping the next game Quik doing his damn thing, I'm spitting mo' flame Preme there on the turntables cutting up shit like Snoopy D-O double G, making you get right Never, ever hit like, we do this like West coast motherfucker, bust in your face like What?