The best West Coast lines ever.

[Mietek23]

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
Finger on the trigger, nigga, hand on my nine
Smokin blunts a skunk, makin hoes of punks
And only underground funk bumpin outta my trunk
Live my life as a hustler, high till I die
Meetin bitches, gettin riches, miss me when lie
Picture me living out my life as a busta
I'd rather pop out a shot out my glock, and blast motherfuckers
I live that thug life baby I'm hopeless
Chokin off indo tryin to keep my focus
Don't let that bullshit worry me
Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me
God gave me game so I'm hustlin
Pour out some liqour for my niggaz 2Pac is still strugglin
My niggga Breed knew the time
Whether it's ryhme or crime, nigga, I gotta get mine...

CLASSIC

[2euce 7even]

Trying to crush Xzibit with ya tough talk, that's like Christopher Reeves doing the Crip Walk

oh man, i still get the chills when i hear that one!

  who said that?

[Paul]

Murs -

They say you come twice the first time, now I understand
I came once inside of her, then I became a man



Damn time's done changed these thugs do what they like
Some of them be your friends to try and find a new wife
And still hit the block and slang rocks at night
But you could be dead wrong with your pockets right
Contrary to what the legendary B.I.G. had to say
You don't have to sell drugs or make the NBA
It's easy to get a grant and get an MBA
To achieve one goal there's more than one way
Young people on the whole we have lost our way
I don't care what it cost I'm not impressed my nigga
That throwback jersey is a dress my nigga
I remember diamonds used to be girl's best friend
Enslaving Black children with them third world gems
I don't care about your rims, kids ride Big Wheels
Up until they learn balance and it's obvious you haven't
With way more ego than you have true talent

[Okka]

"Cruise the neighborhood proudly and I'm throwin' up my set
Dogg Pound Gangsta homeboy and don't you forget
I crack a forty of that Eight fuck St. Ides I love the taste
and my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass
and the homeboys flossin' we tossin' up the scene
lookin' clean as fuck makin' green, mashing as a muthafuckin' team"

One of my favourite lyrics from Daz Dillinger, here's another classic verse from him:

"Dem wonder why me violent and no really understand
For de reason why me take me law, in me own, hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
De gun goes - click, me gun goes - bang
Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach
Dem riot in L.A. cause dem no really wanna see
niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricades us like Beirut
Me don't show no love cause it's us against dem
Dem never ever love me cause it's sport to break dem
and kill, at my own risk, if I may
to lay, to spray, with my AK, and put it to rest"

[D-Nice]

Trying to crush Xzibit with ya tough talk, that's like Christopher Reeves doing the Crip Walk

oh man, i still get the chills when i hear that one!

  who said that?

Xzibit- 3 Card Molly on 40 Dayz N 40 Nightz

[BIGWORM]

I'm tryin to keep my aces and my deuces all together
I'm thinkin of self murder I know I won't live forever
This chronic got me noid I need to get a job
but instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobb
I'm wakin up in the morning thinkin of death as I break out in a cold sweat
I'm havin dreams of a whole family put to rest
Visions of a dead man body bags
and all the youngsters gettin their cap peeled over coloured rags
I write about murder and death cause thats all in the hood
comin up strong while in crack yo G its all good
Describin a way of life that they don't understand G
So Imma keep breakin it down until dey understand me
You see its real G and jealousy it roam my block
Thats why I'm never leavin the house without my plastic glock
Cause if they want it they'll take it and kill for it
And if its worth sumptin then blood gettin spilled for it
My mother thinks I'm goin crazy
And when I leave the house she just stares out the window
I think I'm being followed everytime I leave my home
Havin these fatal thoughts of gettin chrome to my dome

[IIDANNYII]

I started this gangsta shit,
and this the muthafuckin thanks I get !

Hello - Cube, Dre, Ren

[thebayinthebildin]

a quick left and a overhand right,
a fat 44, some dosha, and a mic,
are my weapons....of mass destruction,
and detectives know not to ask me nothin.
-mac dre- (T.I.P.)

steak aint right without the A1,
so i stay dipped in sauce and they cum.
-mac dre-(T.I.P.)

me and black jesus,
went to rosaritas,
to see senoritas,
eatin carnitas,
i was rockin my adidas, sneakas,
told the waitress bring me fajitas,
-mac dre-(T.I.P.)

[Jin]

He'll never be recording again
both hands on the nine like a quarter to ten

Crooked I

and the whole lyrics of Pac's Dear Mama, that's the realest shit that was ever written.