*West Coast Wednesday!*

I’m going on a tour ‘round the world, Probably fuck a whole bunch of girls. Probably get a whole bunch of money; “Short, can you save some for me?” Nah, but you can come and work for me.

*West Coast Wednesday!*

I was watchin', it was on TV - Police shot the lil' homie, he was dead in the streets. Now they twistin' up the story, talkin' 'bout some guns, Tellin' lies to his mama - they just shot her son. Did it really happen, was it just some lies? Look into the camera, I don't trust them eyes. When they play that shit back, don't be lookin' surprised; It was cold-blooded murder, but it's justified.

*West Coast Wednesday!*

If I had four of my favorite rappers on a track, I would expect 'em to have some slaps that sound like hella far back. I would expect 'em to have some shit like this to make me reminisce, When I was up in the dope game, having my money, getting rich. When I was up in the traffic checking my trid-naps with my bitch, When me and my people was having a digital beam and flippin' bricks, Talking on flips with faulty chips, throwing our weight around; Thumpers fresh out of the box in case we gotta get down.

Nasty or nice, put it on ice; It don't matter, what's your vice? Take my advice, cut me a slice; Seven or eleven when you roll these dice. You can hit it once, you can hit it twice; Make your ass yell, "Jesus Christ!"

Gettin' in trouble and fuckin' up; Parole got me makin' my kids piss in a cup. It's cold, that's why I got a few bucks, I put up, From sellin' greens, investing in some vending machines. From the ground up...