What'cha Gone Do Lyrics - Akon

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See im a real G from head to toe 

The whole West Coast to let you know 

Got a floor that seeks Namonia 

Never will i live California 

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold degons 

hustlers hustle gangsters banging 

whatch fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin 

whatch for you claiming its B's and C's 

this is G's is more than palm trees and weed 

is more than movie stars and models 

is more than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes 

more like east-side browns pat and vato 

take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs 

your boy flow colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo 

side show 24's on this shure box 

gass stepped brake everybody shake it real lops 

and give it up for Mac Dre and Pac 

all eyez on that heify move me call it baywatch 

and i'm youck hasselhoff the boss 

24's on the porsche yeah it cost a floss 

Venn this bitch that you brought yeah sho toss the boss 

was the chicken straight without the sauce? 

take it off 

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westside westside G's throw your setzi 

and represent from felix midgeon tooky 

to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in groovy 

ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10 uzzy 

only pussy vertical high like AMG 

cause its funky enough like DOC 

young duzine like Eazy-E 

and the whole Cali will love it like Tupac and Dre 

top dog like SN double O P 

Daz and Kurupt raised gin like the DPG 

i used to pack a hammer tricked crooked eye 

y'all make me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye 

i like my mommma new ports banging too shorts 

back in 86' when rappers all new born 

cool man spice one dangerous thing 

Richie Rich for them boss 

niggaz slanging the cain 

but on seat is like keep the sneak 

we get that mailman like 40 bleed the streets 

out Cali. 

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REG IME LBC yeah that's me 

i do been high since the day of dust shack 

the hood done fashion bricks and big masters 

gone fresh coes got swagged your big dad 

gang bang started with the tribe to plee at 

kicked down at door ripped up the floor 

first motherf**kers to rap for Sign Moore 

now be back take a look and face it 

the Julio Cezar chapped before this rap shit 

to inverce with my toughts i'm a classic 

all school rap daddy on your caskets 

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