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[feat. Mars Of 1500 Or Nothin] [Chorus: Mars] From the east to the west coast You show me love wherever I go One thing I know is I'm getting dough, I'm on Got them hoes coming let's go Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so One thing I know is I'm getting dough, I'm on [Verse 1: Game] You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive Killer California, the door's commiting suicide Bitches ain't fucking with you unless you in the newest ride You know me, 5 star nigga do or die I'm from the home of the scandalous East, West, North, South, niggas getting lost in Los Angeles We got the baddest bitches on the north campus Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off inside a Phantom Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the door Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans coming out Busters leave when it's nighttime 15s in the trunk hit me 'fore they see me come Letras de cancionesWear 24s no need to ask where I'm from Westside home of the purp, even 12 year olds put in work West coast got 'em bang [Chorus:] From the east to the west coast You show me love wherever I go One thing I know is I'm getting dough, I'm on Got them hoes coming let's go Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so One thing I know is I'm getting dough, I'm on [Verse 2: Game] 31 still banged out shots let 'em rang out Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out Grandmomma stay on the shore in the same house Be on the porch Dre beats on with my thang out That ain't a threat but little do you forget I was 20 years old rolling up on nigga's sets Coming straight up out the Jets, Impala sitting wet Try me in 'em high lows coming up out the Tech Now I'm getting money big Snoop on the techs Andre Young on the bottom of my chest Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my cheques Matter of fact Chucks, red Cadillac trucks Panamera red folks, peanut butter guts on my Pauly Shore shit? Hit the block and post up Then gather the crew hit childs to toast up Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up What what! [Chorus:] From the east to the west coast You show me love wherever I go One thing I know is I'm getting dough, I'm on Got them hoes coming let's go Shawty say I'm a pimp well I guess so One thing I know is I'm getting dough, I'm on [Verse 3: Game] 10 million albums sold I ain't gotta brag Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag AK47 with the sawdy rag, niggas better duck cause it ain't a paparazzi flash 2011 Gang banging, y'all copycats How you throwing a stocking cap and ain't never cocked it back Nigga copy that, capiche nigga Extended clip got 1 bullet for each nigga Ask nice and I might let you eat nigga Let you smoke, I keep Kush in the swisher Keep the blunts rolled up, Phantom 24′ed up Hop out knockout whole chest froze up I be in the back of the club looking like so what 20 bottles 40 grand pro'ly why she shows up Now she in the [?] center with her nose up Pockets 1 0 0 0 0 hold up [Chorus:] From the east to the west coast You show me love wherever I go From Letras Mania