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wc - west coast voodoo lyrics

[w.c.]
twist the cap back and turn it up and
back to get it crackin’ in this motherf-cker
comin’ through like pardon me, excuse me
smellin’ like ooh-wee in a blue t, y’all know who i be
dub sizzleen, eyes full of visine
leanin’ in a 745-li beam’
big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded
you and that toothpick lookin’ drug related
new money, new day – same to n-gga to pull over
jump out and knock the murray’s grease out your toupee
west west baby baby, don’t test baby baby
(here i come with my handkerchief in hand)
i got ’em packin’ the spot like back in the spot
this west coast sh-t is like crack in the pot
can’t n0body serve it like i serve it
got ’em shakin’ like michael j. fox, these n-ggas lookin’ nervous

[hook]
we do what we do
this west coast is voodoo on you
(see the lord is my shepherd
got me so hood, a n-gga can’t help it)
we do, what we do
this west coast is voodoo on you
(and just for the record
i came in this world by myself and b-tt naked)

[the game]
n-gga it’s time for the re-up
since everybody wanna be us, then g up
blaze the motherf-ckin’ weed up
everywhere we go they showin’ us love
and by the time we leave they throwin’ up dubs
i’ve been in this sh-t, almost got 10 in this sh-t
your favorite rapper i done been in his b-tch
who showed you how to put gold d’s on a bentley?
the n-gga that showed me, he from eastside 20’s
i’m the west coast don, the compton phenom
that drop bombs on you n-ggas, nothin’ but dope rhymes
i was coached by the o.g.’s, taught to stay low-key
now everybody know me, mr. f-ck the police
unite the coast, bury the snitches
all my n-ggas got two strikes and they stare at your b-tches
like what the f-ck you gon’ do when n-ggas run up on you
with a gun up on you and pull the trigger n-gga
welcome to california

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