West Coast Voodoo

Your favorite rapper's motherfuckin' nightmare

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

Crips, Bloods, Esses, ****, Mexicans

It's all good

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

(West rider, west rider, west rider)

Dub-C

Twist the cap back and turn it up and

Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker

Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me

Smellin' like ooh-wee in a blue T, y'all know who I be

(Dub-C) Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine

Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam'

Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded

You and that toothpick lookin' drug related

New money, new day, same to **** to pull over

Jump out and knock the Murray's Grease out your tupeé

West West baby baby, don't test baby baby

Here I come with my handkerchief in hand

I got 'em packin' the spot like back in the spot

This West Coast shit is like crack in the pot

Can't nobody serve it like I serve it

Got 'em shakin' like Michael J. Fox, these **** lookin' nervous

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

See, the Lord is my shepherd

Got me so hood, a **** can't help it

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

And just for the record

I came in this world by myself and butt naked

****, it's time for the re-up

Since everybody wanna be us, then G up

Blaze the motherfuckin' weed up

Everywhere we go they showin' us love

And by the time we leave, they throwin' up dubs

I've been in this shit, almost got 10 in this shit

Your favorite rapper, I done been in his bitch

Who showed you how to put gold D's on a Bentley?

The **** that showed me, he from Eastside 20's

I'm the West Coast Don, the Compton phenom

That drop bombs on you ****, nothin' but dope rhymes

I was coached by the OGs, taught to stay low-key

Now everybody know me, Mr. Fuck the Police

Unite the Coast, bury the snitches

All my **** got two strikes and they stare at your bitches

Like what the fuck you gon' do when **** run up on you

With a gun up on you and pull the trigger, ****

Welcome to California

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

See, the Lord is my shepherd

Got me so hood, a **** can't help it (West side for life)

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

And just for the record

I came in this world by myself and butt naked

Voodoo, running from my magic

Magic voodoo

Voodoo, running from my magic

Voodoo, who is

Voodoo, running from my magic

I still throw the turf up like vomit ('Sup, Sizzleen?)

Voodoo, running from my magic

I'm back

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

See, the Lord is my shepherd

Got me so hood, a **** can't help it

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

And just for the record

I came in this world by myself and butt naked

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

(West rider, west rider, west rider)

We do what we do

This West Coast is voodoo on you

And just for the record

I came in this world by myself and butt naked