This Is For The Westcoast

[M Dogg™]

This ones for real
I tired of muthaphukkaz bringing fake steel
Then try and past that off like they gonna kill
Bitch this is my last meal
I said once and I'll say it again
If anyone can it's a Mexican
One that holds down as the champion
And makes sure shit hits the fan
Tell me if your lost
'Cause in Rialto California shit gets hot
And fake busters get tossed
Oh and even our best MC was shot
Damn, it's like that in here
So why you still coming like a bitch done in the rear
And you had to finger my girl, 'cause you ain't got shit down where?
You know, down there
Oh but lets get on rhymes for a minute
It's me taking charge like a Lieutenant
Well you go off beheaed
And your bitch ain't shit, so I'd never hitit
And what this about serving you a burrito
Don't play me off for a bitch named Tito
'Cause now this be the Westcoast Gambito
Representing the county of San Bernaridno
Por mi raza es en tu earhole
Well you get dicks stunk in your colo
I'm so cute, your mom calls me Papa Chulo
And throws you to the back like a puto
(pu-th-o)
Shit
I got bitches in my bed
Well you get excited for head
By the ugliest whore that smells like dead
And carries many STDs, that's what's been said
Oh and mention my D.J.
Tyree D comes from off the 91 freeway
Carson California representing today
And your girl's always begging to get laid
But my girl's from Carson too, and better than any three way
So fuck the he say she say
My girl better than you, She rhymes more quick-lay
And my D.J. will drop a line or two, he gets craz-ay
Oh and look at the place you call home
Bet it's bigger than a muthaphukkin sports dome
Well my house is on loan
At least I have a place of my own
And my momma don't even pay my phone
Hell it was at ten that she left me alone
The stuggles and pains is what help me grow
It's only suffering that I know
So to the white boy that claims his on a hip hop show
muthapuhkka, you ain't even worht a Monica blow
So fuck a suburb gangsta with blond hair
I'm a scarred up Mexican that brings fear
But I'm so thug that no girl really cares
They love it when I hit it from the rear
Only through the pussy is where I be
And knocking out this fake Muhammad Ali
I can't believe you think your greater than me
No one can touch me 'cause my D.J. is Tyree D
BEYOTCH!!!

Westcoast for life. Put it down for my home, the I.E., and if you ain't knowing, now you do. The Priness and Tyree D, two of Carsons best, putting it down with the ese represent the west

[RC]

'''so the whiteboy who claims his on a hip hop show'''
who u talkin to? jus curious,,,,,,

[M Dogg™]

The boy I'm talking about is I Drop Rhymes.

[I drop rhymes]

ight first off never call me a boy
u jealous cuz in a battle your ass i destroy
motha fucka i never said i was on the show
again proven ur illiteracy.. u just dont know
what im sayin when im spit
lo siento no hablo espanol u spik
yea thats right i said it
an i dont regret it
cuz i dont give a fuck what lationos think
cuz i know most our fairies.. stay home wearn pink
an when u battle me.. u best not blink
cuz my words comn so fast you need quick reflexes
like tryin to jump out the way of my jeep lexus
little kids know the deal.. calln me the bestest
they talkn that bullshit english.. just like you
the stupid latino i leave black n blue
mdogg? around ya neck what kinda name u wear?
motha fuck i bet the m stand for mujer
thats right i beat ya ass so bad cats stare
right after that i took ya girls big ass bare
she said.. how come yo dick so big?.. its just not fair
thats when i pulled off her hair
bitch fuck this u got extensions
shes like "that aint cool u pulled em off at they connections"
so i bounced off that slut an left it for that cat whos from a line of retard dissention
i told you my name u best not mention
like 3 of you little mexican asses i be benchin
first off learn how to rhyme ya syllables
yo mams left you? u still connected at the ambilical
u dont freestyle u use writn utensils
whether crayon marker pen or pencil
u find it essential
to write sentences with simplicity
my flow lightn cats up like electricity
for me rhymin tight shit is a necessity
a phat ass beat an my lrics is a #1 hit recipe
you a little mc dont even try an mess wit me
my lyrics so smart they call me aristotle
over ya head imma break a bottle
an u wanna talk how mexicans can
an how u rhyme the shit hit the fan
those are the weakest little ametur lines ever written
i rhyme i give ya a detaild description
but again its mad easy when ya got my diction
im rhymin the truth while u purely fiction
u wanna say how i cant rock a beat
cuz i aint from the inner city streets
an cuz that brand new benz.. i got the keys
an u think that i cant be dealn trees
acids tabs? i got like a pund a these
an my lrics sting like a thousand bees
im representin stong island
u know the ill cats that belong styln
u cant front.. rap was born in the east
an we goin make sure its neva deceased


peace out bitch


Last modification: I drop rhymes - 03/06/01 at 04:30:06