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  1. West Coast

From the recording Elevation

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Lyrics

Niggas Rollin up the best smoke, boy
(Man that’s that some of that West coast)
Niggas already know
Rollin up the best dro man
(Man that’s that some of that West coast)
Niggas already know

(GT - Verse 1)

Step on they necks till they can’t breathe
Only thing come to a sleeper, boy, is a dream
Come through smokin’ on that Cali green
Gotta get it when them pockets on E
Been killin’ shit for years and you’ll see
Now is the future, that boy GT
International, East Coast to LV
Secure the bag from here to overseas
Stoppin’ em, droppin’ em
Come through, set up shop on em
Look at them weirdoes boy, we never would rock with them
GT the trendsetter
The wave been hot forever
My people, hold your head up
My niggas, get your bread up

(GT - Chorus 2)

Niggas Rollin’ up the best smoke, boy
(Man that’s that some of that West coast)
Niggas already know
Rollin up the best dro man
(Man that’s that some of that West coast)
Niggas already know





(Big Rome – Verse 2)

Zoo Gang Zoo Gang
High in Jersey
Or maybe cuz you smell it on a nigga
Summertime felon on a nigga
Tryin to stay low but I’m boat high, sailin’ on you niggas
I’m okay just trust me
Smoking-smokin Backwoods, lil sis riding with me
And we ain’t got a destination
Less it calls for the money we be makin, we in the breeze

(GT - Chorus 3)

Niggas rollin up the best smoke, boy
(on that West Coast)
(Man that’s that some of that West coast)
Niggas already know
Rollin up the best dro man
(Man that’s that some of that West coast)
Niggas already know

(Big Rome - Bridge)

(This the bridge)
And I’m gon talk to New York
We dream big but we never dreamed this
In our wildest dreams, never seen this
We used to knock on wood when we used to dream shhh
That coin in that fountain bottom didn’t mean shhh
Just change at the bottom, didn’t change at the bottom
Shoulda took that change and aimed for a dollar
Instead of wishin’ for better todays and tomorrows
Man that remedy for pain then is sour (Nigga)

(Chris Clark - Verse 3)

Ayo Chocolaté
My homeboy swear to God that there’s a strain that he ain’t seen since 15, that purple
Only gotta hit it twice and your mind get open, you start hearing advice
They see they need to see two forms of ID
I got my medical card
I got my OG and my young niggas
Tell em not to smoke too much
But make sure they smoke enough so they come up with stuff
Check it
The right weed at the right time and place will have a nigga comin’ with some ol’ genius shit
We lit, hella high
Purple plants overflow the golden cup
West LA, fat buds all swollen up

Niggas rollin up the best smoke, boy
(Man that’s that some of that West coast)
Niggas already know
Rollin up the best dro man
(Man that’s that some of that West coast)
Niggas already know

(Rich Redy - Outro)

Local ass mufuckas always woofin, talkin shit
Niggas talkin bout they the best, they the greatest, all this shit
My nigga international for real
Niggas just out here
And to be honest really makin the city look bad cuz niggas ain’t getting no fuckin money
Got damn, man
My nigga ain’t sold a beat for $500 in over 10 years
Nigga, get ya racks up