Lyrics:

Ayo, crusin' down Western with them colourful hats
Gold and that black such a lovable match
The rap huxtable, comfy like bubbles and baths
Wasn't fucking with the putting brown bubbles in bags
I'm from the West, my flag got them brown bear on it
Sagged and rocked rags when my folks ain't condone it
When the folks in the stones was opponents I was postin' in my room
Staring at the wall
Wishing I was a baller, or a little bit taller
Now I'm 6'4 I want a 64' Impala
System serving the city
City staining walls up
Thinking bout my father when I look at that revolver
Nigga, ayo
Peeling off Crenshaw, Crippin' with Co$$
KRIT up in the bulls, Beaner Bee (?) be the boss
I'm trying not to floss the hog sauce or the Häagen-Dazs
Hopping off, holla at me, had
Mad personality, swag on
Vernon Ave, Trojan on the Trojan cap
Orange juice Simpson
Imma murk that
Circled back I seen her, she bendy, she kinda bad
If she don't know your boy tell her to hop in the back
I keep the chrome strap under both seats like my og
Cold streets put the heat back where it's supposed to be
Rollin' through the drive-in and we were loking
My niggas wasn't supposed to be back there
The West, the west, the west
Sitting on Slauson for the fish and the bread
C's on my head like the Cincinnati Reds
Niggas know my business like them bitches is Feds
I'm like Chauncey Billups niggas if I get to they head
I called MED just to getcha some meds
Co$$ fled, cough red, gangrene to the head
Same thing to D-Nez (?)
Now stranded on Western like a western with a
Bold sweater yo, them niggas know majessas (?)
Chicks was all pepper cuz she knew I'd sweat her
If I was a regular
But I'm a G I threw that letter up
Cali's a G too I met her once
She told me when all them west Africans stay here, they cheddar up
Gave her gold, it's a child born, flesh and blood
Called them Blu just to prove the west won