This is a song about "West coast classics"

From the east to the west coast

And then we'll be ghost

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

From the straight-up west coast where dre started the bottom

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

The only from my section trying to make the classics,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

The best to the least, west to the east, but he's the east coast,