I was younger I used to sit around and think about you And though I'm older I still wonder Where you are and do you think about me Though the road has
, only grows hotter He blows it's all over, these h**s is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's known as the Globetrotter lonely roads God only knows
to make a dime I keep that paper on my mind I was born blind But now I see the road to riches It's a long road, full of hurdles Potholes and ditches
can handle that (We can handle that) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast (Get XXX'd) Midwest (Get XXX'd) Down South (Get XXX'd) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast
llama's close That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes So they got 'em long-short, Old kinda toast More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
I a zombie, or something close? I'm not Casper, I mack all the ghosts Oaktown style is the only way I catch a new freak every day It's not the Yellow Brick Road
sight [Joe Budden] Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers You step to us, text rugers to respect the shooters My men think in sync, roll with the best
to side And switch 4, make a three wheel ride You heard me? Yes, West Coast, West Coast, West Coast West Coast, yeah, yeah, West Coast, West Coast L.
Wanna bus' my gun wasn't much to some Didn't measure up to most Started walking down the road to the Treasure off the coast you just never fuckin' know
[Spoken] Yeah Fizzo, Fizzo This right here is for the whole West Coast I see you [indistinct name] [Chorus: T-Pain] I know you're curious [ooo]
grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only
us. Verse 10 a?? Pressure Pressure MC, born with a mechanical mind, The talent of rhyme, instinctual like animal kind, Now I flow with the best, from east coast
he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around With a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we
's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the east coast
't you stop, take a breath Find a moment to reflect On the pure and simple choices That we fail to see From the worst to the best From the East Coast
A sorting office in the Old Kent Road Caters from coast to most A nice little number if you're out of work And aren't the sort to boast You're in need
) I'ma definitely do my best to reach out (To the kids) Hommies on the block (Citizens) Hustlers on lock (What it is) The music bizz won't stop or change me (East Coast) East Coast
