Lyrics
What's up big dog?
What's popping?
What's that WT lab like fool?
You know what it's all about
Them muthafuckin crazies
Mothafuckers that wanna get some
Come and try it
You can't fade us fool
Cause we them bald headed criminals
SD style
We doing it
Mad I be that fool with the sound
I'm throwing down sick
Try to battle me and stick what I kick
You must be confused
I'm the one they be talking bout
Running all things
Flashing dope diamond rings
Pockets keep fat
I got the money and the gat
For all those talking smack
I gotta stay strapped
I'm not the one that's bout to get caught slipping
I'd rather be convicted
So you must be tripping
What you thinking bout fool?
You know I be the loco
I'm still with that wicked ass vocal
Think that you can handle all them things that I bring to the table
You's a fable
Cause if it makes no money
Then it makes no sense
Big ballers like me need the dollars
It be my name they'll holla
As I roll in that 6-4 Impala
When I strike like a balla
This ain't nothing but a west coast party
So everybody it's time to get naughty
I got the W that'll trouble you
If you think you can get some
Then fool come and get some
This ain't nothing but a west coast party
So everybody it's time to get naughty
I got the W that'll trouble you
If you think you can get some
Then fool come and get some
What gives you the right to come and fight me tonight
When I be coming through
Throwing up that W
It's that K to the N
The I to the G-H-T-O-W-L
What that spell?
The sickest of them all
Be this man that be flowing like a river
I makes em shake when I deliver
MC's gather round just to watch me throw down
When I bump the sound
Everybody's going down
Falsely accused
Now you must get abused
That ass was confused
Drinking on a double deuce
Guess the mind kinda tripping
So you grab a clip and point it at my dome
Think that chrome gonna make you chingon
Y'all got to fall
You want to brawl
I'm too big you be small
When I bust take no fall
West coast rocks the most
Now I'm a toast to the ghost
To my rivals
Most chance for survival
This ain't nothing but a west coast party
So everybody it's time to get naughty
I got the W that'll trouble you
If you think you can get some
Then fool come and get some
This ain't nothing but a west coast party
So everybody it's time to get naughty
I got the W that'll trouble you
If you think you can get some
Then fool come and get some
You need to get roughed up
Boy you talking smack
About the dopest
The bald headed locest
MC's know my flow be incredible
My thoughts be insane
When released out the brain
I'm too sick for that ass
You best comprehend
Keep messing round
And it's you that'll bend
I got a style that'll vary
Raps come scary
When they talking bout me
What they say is legendary
I'm that lonely and holy
Mom's wicked old son
That fool that begun
And won't stop til I'm done
So you best get away
And take a night out the padre
Bring hits like Tony
Cause the rest of you's phony
I be doing them things
The way that I flow
When I bust a flow
I'm in control
Once again that untouchable
Always so crushable
Never rushable
Unless you wanna be crushable
This ain't nothing but a west coast party
So everybody it's time to get naughty
I got the W that'll trouble you
If you think you can get some
Then fool come and get some
This ain't nothing but a west coast party
So everybody it's time to get naughty
I got the W that'll trouble you
If you think you can get some
Then fool come and get some
This ain't nothing but a west coast party
So everybody it's time to get naughty
I got the W that'll trouble you
If you think you can get some
Then fool come and get some
This ain't nothing but a west coast party
So everybody it's time to get naughty
I got the W that'll trouble you
If you think you can get some
Then fool come and get some
It's all about that wicked W
I be that fool that'll trouble you
I'll possess your mind
Doing them gangsta rhymes
Committing crimes to the brain
Cause I be insane
I be that thug
That'll bust a slug in your dome
Chrome spits like a snake
I hit you in the back of the head with a rake
Cause I be that
Untouchable
Bald headed vandal
Watch your back
When I'm on the attack
Cause I gets no slack
When I bust on a track
