West Coast Freestyle

[Verse 1: Young Maylay] West coast Pro bowl Roll with the tro' blow Smokin' in the four door Knowin' the po' scopin' Throwin' up the logo Cold in slow motion Supposin', that's why the hoes [???] clothes is on (what's the slow?) Specific division exquisite edition Rap by hour on twin towers will catch us detention Half of these rappers is cowards, they never been in the system WAKE YOUR PUNK ASS UP, nigga you trippin' In it like the senate, certified authentic CA sports, bangin' in a minute And LA the true blue the cherry flame fitted Better know who's who cause every gang ain't quittin' I'm saluting all the troops hanging pac 10 penants, huh Buckle your vest, cause here come the West It's Young Maylay and the R-i-double-f-s No stopping this, regardless servin' them marvelin' It's like a fat ass drunk kicking hard guitar lifts Shaking up the roof, tell them truth is off the meter Woofers get to rumblin', bumpin' peakin' the tweeters, huh Sounds pumpin', shakin' everything from the ground up Cali earthquake gonna make the whole ground jump It's worth takin', if you talkin' the right shit Suburban stakes, big skates on a tight rip, huh Rims, tires, higher and higher Pass them bars, keep thinkin' the inside on fire When I'm cheefin' the cheefer, blowin' the reefer, huh In the Hemi, the Hemi, ya hear me? Watch the 300c G', nigga Bentley Think they're doors is the coldest, sold the fan blade 5 inch lifting sittin' [???] in band aids Off it again, coughin' the flim Crawl in the crosswalk flossin' all of the rim Small time grinding but ballin' to win Trying to survive but niggas all in the pen, gotta call up the ends Prison system, segregated courts High speed chasin' is a spectator sport Known for low lows, best hoes and bong, yay The only thing you hear about west is Kanye Come on, man, this is for the west coast now