[Snoop Dogg]
WEST COAST!... It's time to stand up nigga
We gon' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
And every real B-Dogg, to the table right now
Yeah... we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit
Have you ever seen 100,000 Rip riders on the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, grey clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggaz gotta pay they dues on the crews or with the uzi spray
these suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park
And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail
Straight to the County wit' no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right, Crip right
Eyes open 'cause niggaz get stuck on Cz-ight
It ain't no motherfuckin' problem - pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' til I drop!
[Chorus]
CA-RIP!,CA-RIP,CA-RIP,CA-RIP
SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO
(X2)
[The Game]
Is I, in the motherfuckin' S-5
With the red bandana double knotted 'round the rearview
Niggaz see clear through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang
So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover"
I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy
And bang for my niggaz locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig 'Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P. Newton with Air Force One's on
I gangbang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandana print ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the WEST COAST locked
Red and Blue rag tied in a knot
But all my motherfuckin' homies shoutin' out
[Chorus]
CA-RIP!,CA-RIP,CA-RIP,CA-RIP
SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO
(X2)
[The Game]
I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chuck's
Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4
We "Just Dippin", one Bloodin' one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls shit, throwback Scott' Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the Leftside
So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up WESTSIDE!
[Snoop Dogg]
(What up Blood?) Yeah cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop, and C-Walk to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street (East-siiide!)
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga welcome to the Thunderdome
[Chorus]
CA-RIP!,CA-RIP,CA-RIP,CA-RIP
SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO
(X2)
[Snoop Dogg]
Geah, an' motherfuckers wanna know who shot Cyrus?
Nigga I shot Cyrus!
Fuck dat nigga, he aint from the WEST COAST!
Straight up niggah.
All my real B-doggs, sup Blood!
And all real C-doggs, whats crackalackin Cuz!
Yeah, WEST COAST music nigga, straight up.
O, I gotta send this shout-out to the Brownside too, all esee
WEST COAST, niggaz.
Don' give a fuck bout the rest of y'all niggaz.
Ah!
Good lookin' Game. Yah.
Let's bangout one time, come on gat give it to me like I say...
(New Chorus)
WEST! WEST!
COAST! COAST!
WEST! WEST!
COAST! COAST!
WEST! WEST!
COAST! COAST!
WEST! WEST!
COAST! Oooooo!
WEST COAST!... It's time to stand up nigga
We gon' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
And every real B-Dogg, to the table right now
Yeah... we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit
Have you ever seen 100,000 Rip riders on the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, grey clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggaz gotta pay they dues on the crews or with the uzi spray
these suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park
And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail
Straight to the County wit' no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right, Crip right
Eyes open 'cause niggaz get stuck on Cz-ight
It ain't no motherfuckin' problem - pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' til I drop!
[Chorus]
CA-RIP!,CA-RIP,CA-RIP,CA-RIP
SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO
(X2)
[The Game]
Is I, in the motherfuckin' S-5
With the red bandana double knotted 'round the rearview
Niggaz see clear through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang
So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover"
I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy
And bang for my niggaz locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig 'Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P. Newton with Air Force One's on
I gangbang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandana print ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the WEST COAST locked
Red and Blue rag tied in a knot
But all my motherfuckin' homies shoutin' out
[Chorus]
CA-RIP!,CA-RIP,CA-RIP,CA-RIP
SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO
(X2)
[The Game]
I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chuck's
Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4
We "Just Dippin", one Bloodin' one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls shit, throwback Scott' Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the Leftside
So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up WESTSIDE!
[Snoop Dogg]
(What up Blood?) Yeah cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop, and C-Walk to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street (East-siiide!)
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga welcome to the Thunderdome
[Chorus]
CA-RIP!,CA-RIP,CA-RIP,CA-RIP
SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO,SOO-WOO
(X2)
[Snoop Dogg]
Geah, an' motherfuckers wanna know who shot Cyrus?
Nigga I shot Cyrus!
Fuck dat nigga, he aint from the WEST COAST!
Straight up niggah.
All my real B-doggs, sup Blood!
And all real C-doggs, whats crackalackin Cuz!
Yeah, WEST COAST music nigga, straight up.
O, I gotta send this shout-out to the Brownside too, all esee
WEST COAST, niggaz.
Don' give a fuck bout the rest of y'all niggaz.
Ah!
Good lookin' Game. Yah.
Let's bangout one time, come on gat give it to me like I say...
(New Chorus)
WEST! WEST!
COAST! COAST!
WEST! WEST!
COAST! COAST!
WEST! WEST!
COAST! COAST!
WEST! WEST!
COAST! Oooooo!