[Intro: Snoop]
Real n***a shit...
Now I'm 'bout to show you how the West Coast rock
Real n***a shit
Now I'm 'bout to show you how the West Coast rock
Real n***a shit...

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Here come The Villain again, grab your ho and get the fuck outta town
This n***a shit make the world go round
It's that Black n***a Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will love to cuss
You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this n***a here – his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin' like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tomica Wright
Get the fuck out my sight, I Ren-incarnate
Droppin' West Coast shit in every motherfuckin' state
Motherfuckin' legend, y'all n***as be knowin'
You can leave yo' bitch, and keep on goin'

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I am Doggy Dogg, bitch (Beitch) – love to hit a switch
Never hit a bitch (Geitch) – love that gangsta shit
"Can I hear your flow?" Can I fuck yo' ho?
"Boy, you hard on 'em" N***a, you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of n***as lie, shit – we do or die
E'ryday we high, it's like a 9 to 5
I got my nina, my fo'-heata, beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West Coast (West Coast)
I keep it on post when I'm with my East Coast folks, locs (East Coast)
Y'all know what's crack-a-lackin'
I'm from the hood of the drive-bys, and kidnappings, and car-jackings
[Hook: Ice Cube]
Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog
On our way to the mall, fuck alla y'all
We gon' ball 'til we fall, watch the chrome crawl
Intercept these fine bitches, 'cause we want 'em all
Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie, and lickin' balls
Only gangsta ass n***a follow n***a laws
Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs
Only real ass n***as get to set it off

[Verse 3: The Lady of Rage]
Now, the way I gets off in that ass, it's a sin to not assassin
Grab a microphone, have flashbacks, and start flashin' – ahh
I'm bound to toast ya
String you up, like you was on the Ponderosa
Sip on Mimosa, do it that way, 'cause I'm supposed ta
Now most of ya, don't measure up
I'll make it hot and turn the pressure up – steamin'
Regular? Nah, supreme
And I–ain't gassed
I blow an MC away, like Fox, when I pass
Ain't nothin' shitty about this here, fuck around and that's that ass
Just like grass I – I want more Green than the Goblin
Matter of fact, I want more Bank than that chick that be modelin' (UHH!)
My uzi weighs more than a single ton
I leave you single, son
Who wanna mingle? Not a single one
Hah, now tell me what you figure, n***a?
Rob load up the show, slow flow spitter
The hard hitter (UHH), the R, n***a, roll
I break it down sweet, then I bring it back slow
[Hook: Ice Cube]
Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog
On our way to the mall, fuck alla y'all
We gon' ball 'til we fall, watch the chrome crawl
Intercept these fine bitches, 'cause we want 'em all
Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie, and lickin' balls
Only gangsta ass n***a follow n***a laws
Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs
Only real ass n***as get to set it off

[Verse 4: Nate Dogg]
N***a, that was dumb-diggy-diggy-dumb dumb
Here them n***as come-kiddy-kiddy-come come
I think a n***a sprung-spriggy-spriggy-sprung sprung
Probably why he done-diggy-diggy-done done
Yo' lady think I'm cute, I be knockin' her boots
When she's away from home, she be swallowin' juice
You thinkin' that's yo' son, but he ain't lookin' like you
See the barrel of a gun – n***a, whatcha gon' do?
Set it off

[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]
N***as pop mo' shit, while we drop mo' shit
Continously, n***a, n***a please
Slang yo' ki's, birdies and trees
You can catch me and my n***as, overseas
Shootin' the breeze, with a cute Vietnamese
Or was she Lebanese? I think she Chinese
It really don't matter, 'cause they all on they knees
It's somethin' 'bout these motherfuckin' West Coast G's
Make that cheese, when the cops come, you bet' not freeze
Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you, beat you down, then cuff you up
And leave you in a cell stuck (Damn!)
I ain't got no money for bail, that's real as fuck (F'real)
Tryin' to get a meal ticket and kick it
Chill, catch a plane to Spain, or maybe Brazil
On the real, can you feel me?
[Outro: Kurupt]
Yeah, yeah, set it off
It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Doin' it big, for all y'all suckers
We set it off, Snoop Dogg!
It's 'Tha Last Meal'!
Last time y'all suckers gon' eat off my big homeboy
We set it off!
We set it off! West Coast