All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop? Get whack and turn into gridlock I don't know, is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC got to sue you? 'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 'Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor 'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker But today I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby, put your life on layaway 'Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy, don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel While you're daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive 'cause Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle I'ma ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, that shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door Fuck that, let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of them Askin' me about my urban spins And if I got about a thousand of them I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle We're gon' ride all night, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard) This is very hard to swallow (The West coast warlord, the future is today) Keep your hand up on that throttle (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne) (Get your grind on) Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

Oh, Cali? No doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby West, West, y'all, pile it on your plate A little somethin' somethin' from the Golden State Nah, we ain't like Kobe and Shaq It's Magic and Kareem *** showtime is back True legends, two steppin' on you peasants What y'all thought? Y'all gon' need 'bout two vests' 'Cause when he plug, I plug Mixed shot with the slug, listen here, cuzz, when I dig dug Play slick and get stuck But don't play tough, boy, go and get it up Hey yo, Cube, tell me this Why half of the homies gettin' worked *** Then they fall in love and get hurt by *** Nine months later, cuzz got mirked *** See I'm just a *** that you don't wanna Reverse the game on her, put the *** on a corner Welcome to California LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby (Welcome to Cali) Come hit the town, drop down *** LAX, top down *** I'm scoopin' you up, you rollin' or what? I know what you came for, I'm rollin' it up Snoop Dogg *** y'all hold up Never thought Ice Cube would show up But I'm in the studio gettin' *** up With a beat from Battlecat, a *** lucked up I got my hustle down, look and learn See how a hot *** cook and burn A *** earn like David Stern Mixed with Big Worm when he off that *** now Bust a U-turn, come by your hood For motherf*** that think I went Hollywood Pick a coast, it got to be the west I live out there, from the W.S., West Side LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby (Welcome to Cali) Fell asleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in the LBC I grew up in the *** But that ain't what I turned out to be Understand me that I'm still a G Who ain't never spent a day in the penitentiary Now I'm rappin' with Snoop D O double G And got the whole *** world *** lovin' me Yep, yep, they love him to death 'Cause he walk under water without gettin' wet Roll through the neighborhood without gettin' checked So gone and so blown, 'Are We There Yet?' You wonder why I got the 'S' on my chest 'Cause I'm a motherf*** vet from the 'Wild Wild West' I used to sing Bennie and the Jets So boss now I sip Henny on my jets From the East back to the West LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali)

Bellin Strolling with a limp Sagging hard Mainly done by L.A street niggas Bellin Is not just a casual stroll But a way of life A movement First you take the rag Crease it Place it in your back pocket And bell But remember For all you square ass niggas Rips to the left Doggs to the right Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for nigaas sporting Khakis, house shoes and locs Oh my God Yeah, we back motherfucker WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM! Keep it crackin I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking Ya'll done fucked around And got the Dub reacting Lo-lows, broughams House shoes, or roams Once again its on nigga It's time to G on When it comes to gangsta shit Can't too many fuck with me Hang with me Or ride to the highest level of ridetivity One to the neck Two to the neck I'm sticking them Leaving them scarred Bitch niggas get rode of they yard Hard Get off that shit You lost that shit See how many streets While you talk that shit Fuck who Billboard hanging And who take you banging and slanging I'm the hardest nigga in this game Famin The only one remaining It's time for confrontation The only one that's gonna swing them thangs Swinging with the Titanium flaming With the gun safety on F'n Fuck the whole world loc I'm bellin Yeah I got the remedy To make you wanna come and ride with me You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk I'm a keep banging that gangsta ish And none of ya'll niggas can fuck with it You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk Sick as they come Sick as thay come WC got that bomb shit That'll numb your tongue Fucking it up In my dum-da-da-dumbs Not a Dump-da-da-dumb Off that wet one Chucking up the finger and thumb Scrap it Clack-clack it And toss the liquor Clip the barrel And hang out the window And get off on niggas Snatch niggas, clap triggers Leave on the back of the grass niggas Fuck all you rapping ass niggas I'm a thank em' Let my nuts hang And dick dangle Come in with the shit that will make you break them ankles Cause I'm an all-season nigga Leave yah leaking nigga Thirsty gutter nigga Use a first... nigga Disappear nigga We gonna be here Been shifting gears And doing this shit for years Off the liquor though Really though Fuck a video I'm getting in these hoes Nigga fuck what you yellin I'm Bellin If you see me saggin Don't say nothing It's just the way we bell When you see these Chucks You know I don't give a fuck It's just the way we bell Roll them in Wrote this song again Pull them out and let them glide Hang them high Put them hankies in the sky Out of town niggas what you need Hit me Get with me Get tuned in to the realist nigga in this city And if you came to LA You never reached out and touched us Trust us Then you must have been fucking with bustas Hell yeah, I said it I'm a hog in this shit Cause my before me was none of this walking shit Keep it real When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies Ya'll was in tight ass pants with murphys in your khakis Ducking Now all of a sudden Niggas start super crippin So nigga taste these slugs Tuckin Nigga tuck in your chain and your tail in And shut the fuck up and make way for these fellas Nigga, I'm bellin