West Coast Radio

West Coast Radio (Explicit) - Jay Tee/Don Cisco/Baby Bash

Written by：The Insane Mixaken/Jay Tee/Baby Bash

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Baby baby please bring your heat with me

She's go for the wet I complete the drill

Real emotions time for break the lead

And we wit 'cause swag 'nother frequency

You told me I'm into the earth ground back to your area

We come a city in a Hip Hops area

Fome and glitz Golden state west side

When we ride on a world wide make a Change

Oh yeah throw it up if the W up

So ready you don't mean to try to you program

To whack the program

'Ma jam 'cos Veille whack to Whiska

Down and make a whole gang of man

Surfing to West Coast squat down

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Let see if the radio play

To make music revoultion since W A

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Anyone to three so another run the real MPE

World click I got a 24 craft Gun

Flown be to them downfall downfall

Gimmie cracking up the ground fall

You guys hook up for a beng you was where I met

I kept the big manga jean at the cabinet

I represent West Coast till the day that I die

I got a Quaffle of players that will play on high

Oh lets do it for my little no my

Lets do it down

That I show my

We gotta insane next game pop in this

Everybody at the Taryo fluff in the air

Get your hands up

Would you wet

Would you be look the DJ gonna let them break a chance

Don't stop till I tell you to

Keepin' a rule up

On the west coast low we tryin' to do oh

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Now just saw you light us up in the sky

And wake 'em all around if you want to get high

What a place there where with a dogs and where the folks

Where the candy paint drops half money folks

Big ball of the mortar good round of

Big where how boy low grados

Five ways to my highway knowing that we love that

And they beast on a hoop tag

Heating up like bogs and gasoline

Big whis player you panic Him you panic He

Big jeans wanna wreck you way pop in a ten o'clock

When the make show hit graphing papers that we love to hear

So we the first go to work called Panin

Play F W A M for doing this job for you

When there C get the West Coast radio tech trough

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