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valtini - west coast lyrics

[hook]
where them real gang bangers? west coast
where’s the home of the lakers?
west coast
get the loudest in your fingers
west coast
where a good homie should take us
west coast
where the cold doesn’t freeze
west coast
once you get in you won’t leave the
west coast
where the punani be diverse
west coast
pray the youngest don’t die first
west coast

[verse 1]
golden state, golden state
mu’f-cka i heard this where the bad hoes stay
ballin’ on a kush and she gone p-ss that… ’cause she’s from where chris paul play
californi-a… to be exact she from the bay
plus she confessed she wanna be my bae
wondering: does she really know what its gone take?
gave me that answer before i had something to say
i told her “chill, you’re talking to a cold man”
valtini with the big l, no lamont coleman
the next him most likely to become me
i came to be played in ya speakers, not to be played with, lovely …
state with a halo full of sin
san francisco, d-mn i hear it’s mean
pasadena, what’s good up in that long beach?
go visit compton, n-gga that’s a wrong reach
a f-ckin’ 9, 45, a glocc, ak? choose which one gone hit, n-gga?
cpt f-cks you up (hey!) cpt f-cks you up, n-gga

angolan g considering lós angéles
’cause i heard the best way to live there is by being from somewhere else
foreign n-gga elevated by them l’s

[hook 2]
where them real gang bangers? west coast
where’s the home of the lakers?
west coast
get the loudest in your fingers
west coast
where a good homie should take us
west coast
woop-di-woop woop-di-wop, west coast
woop-di-woop woop-di-wop

[verse 2]
2015 still bumpin’ that “2001”
dr. dre really taught us some
i’m off that f-ckin’ chronic
my att-tude ain’t positive
cats want me to expose it? you just need to try me
i know i’m one to watch, i can feel my time comin’
f-ckin’ instrumentals with my d-ck up in that stomach
the gun that characterizes my flow is a tummy
just need a few seconds to murder, a beat ain’t nothin’ to me
like an la soccer team i play for a galaxy
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout, the one that’s way outta your league
you don’t kick like kendrick, you don’t run sh-t
i’m full of energy and still can feel your fatigue
can’t knock my hustle, it’ll push you back once it opens the door
me and nipsey hussle share that african blood, crenshaw what up?
from angola to san diego, what up

- valtini lyrics

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