In the east coast, in the west coast Trough the middle of the city In the north shore, in the south shore Through the middle of the commonwealth I will be rocking, for you I will be rolling, for you I will be rocking and a rolling, for you On the east side, on the west side All around the town In the north pole, in the south pole All over the world, huh I will be rocking, for you I will be rolling, for you I will be rocking and a rolling, for you From the first mile, to the tenth mile Were the rock 'n' roller city On the right side, on the road side All over the land I will be rocking, for you I will be rolling, for you I will be rocking and a rolling, for you... ow! From the right bank, to the left bank With a stone that couldn't find the land From the midland, to the outland On the orient express... yeah From the gulf coast, to the gulf coast Through the middle of the valley At the north sky, at the south sky Through the middle of the universe I will be rocking, for you I will be rolling, for you I will be rocking and a rolling, for you... ohh

Jump onto new streets, jump onto new streets Jump onto new streets, jump onto new streets Jump onto new streets, jump onto new streets Me, I'm from a different type of left land, old wild west land Nose bleeds, palm trees and tumbleweeds rustling Outside they say it's happy here but it's depressin' Too many pretty faces catchin' my attention So I look at 'em, remind myself in this smudged glass That pretty isn't everything, you punkass Always hard to see past the surface when it looks so perfect But her eyes will disguise dirt on purpose, you listening? I grew up here, under the sun In grade school, I was the odd one out of the bunch And I don't mean I was the kid to eat bugs for lunch I was the one who wasn't comin' from where they're comin' from, uh I speak poetically and never pride my ignorance But this California shit is rigorous They say it's happy here, happiness is figurative I'm happy 'cause of me, doesn't matter where I'm livin' If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, still sweating Slept in late so everybody else is ready My friend called up, he said, "Hurry up, buddy, it's almost sundown already" So I hopped up, I went and washed up I ate some pasta then I gave my mom hugs And then I thought, uh It's gonna be a pretty nice night (But pretty isn't everything, right?) Golden state mind, I'm taking my time Plain white shirt and a skinny black tie My top let down when I get picked up, PCH, so California Maybe they were right, happiness is a warm gun But before you shoot, please, warn us Life is too fun, California, will you marry me? Let God be the sun and in the ocean they shall bury me If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame It's a goddamn shame

Y'all niggas is a mess Thinking I'm gon stop, giving L.A. props Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast (They gon' keep it funky on the West Side) I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah! When the la-la hits ya', lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you Either I'm with ya or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya The maze is a daze, I blaze, I will amaze Smokin' while you're lokin' with some California A's Me and B.I.G., what it is, get it in Sippin' gin with the Hen in the alleyway Bangin' the Cali way Talking to the rap inventor Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo S-N-double O-P, big D-O Old school nigga, '84 El Camino LBC know, we love Biggie though I.E.Y. in even Bernadino When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast (They gon' keep it funky on the West Side) I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah! Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather Women and the weed, sticky green No seeds, bitch please, Poppa ain't soft Dead up in the hood, ain't no love lost Y'all know I'm from the West, I'm the king to be exact You better holla at me when you need that chronic sack I got it all, one call, no stall, on the ball Winter, spring, summer, fall Listen to me, holla at ya dogg Words of the clever, forever multiply Birds of a feather, preparin' 'em to fly Perfection, selection This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection I'ma spell my name one more time, check it It's the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Sipping on booze in the House of Blues (what it do?) When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Spend about a week, on Venice Beach Y'all niggas is a mess Thinking I'm gon stop, giving LA props Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop Don't you wanna ride with me? Don't you wanna ride? People come and ride with me To the West Side Party, on the West Coast Don't you wanna ride with me? Don't you wanna ride? People come and ride with me To the West Side Party, on the West Coast

Do I see you coming home Coming home to me Could it be you that I see Coming home to me From your day by the sea Do I see your buckets full Buckets full of shells Could it be you that I see Buckets full of shells From your day by the sea Do I see you weary weave Weary weave your way Could it be you that I see Weary weave your way From your day by the sea