Letra de 'West Coastin' de Raekwon The Chef

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah yeah yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Rock the xxxx with the leathers on
With the muthafuckin' baggy jeans on cuff
Timbs, grazed out, straight up

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, I used to sniff ecst', carry gun
Smoke reefer, lamp with the illest team, son caught bad ones
Wild ones, caught a style, little bit of gift
Little bit of foul, never said vows, but he had ones
Fly sweats, hundred dollar kicks, run alotta vicks
Baseball heads chunky, villains look mad rich
Playin the block, scheemin', leaning for CREAM
That's the meaning, DT's laughing at black six, yo
So much coke in one bag, 'dro in the other black
Brothers won't share nothing, be runnin' the cabs
He ain't police, nigga just a nigga from the east
Redneck, heavy set light man, be ridin' the capri's
We block piranha's, shotguns, flash your armor
Regulate ground, on how get down, bound by honor
No clowns around us, visualize gowns and Prada's
Cats graduated, make it out the hood, and bounce on us

--instrumental break--

[Raekwon]
Yo, aiyo, been living in it
Live around killas, who more realer
Shoot through your after party, clap up your villlas
Sent through, ten or more, some with valors on
Four-fours on, I'm ready to hit up your whores, say 'war's coming'
Specialize in aiming, and we gang bang, slang change
Shoot through limosines, right through drink, he spanked you
Take the glass, break your ass, you was
Stepped in manuer shit, stank baked your ass
In for it, competition is nothing, I'm armed
Do you in like Jolly, stomp a seven to one
Fertilize thoughts, mad herbal in the air
Make the kid shoot this verbal clear
I'm honored by your support, thank daddy
Watch it could happen when we rapping
I be set, I be laughing, but it ain't about frontin'
Funds get large, or holding my composure, I be in the Testa Rosa
Blacked down, building just like the father

--instrumental break--

[Raekwon]
Yo, play the wall son, hold your ground
You know how I be gettin' out of town
Clothes get coped, close your shop
A hundred bored niggas, two bodyguards and a glock
Make sure nothing happen to the kid when I stop
Did east coast, west coast, we need to pull together
As long as you be real, and real with them real folks
Connect, make it happen, yo respect dons
We out in the Palms, diamond on, talkin' bout what's crackin'