[Omar Cruz]

Welcome to the west coast, motherfucker

Bomb trees and bomb bitches, ha ha

You have no fucking idea, man

(Verse 1)

Come fuck with a rider

The west coast messiah named O. Cruz

Ridin' with them chrome tools, bald-headed all fools

A Latin kid bringin' L.A. back

Bringin' gully back

Homie, the streets is back (Yeah)

And I'm a take a little pressure off Game

If he's the face, I'm the voice of L.A

Cause ever since

I came, the whole west side ain't been the same

Even Snoop Dogg sayin' my name

Let me spell it out

O, M, A, R

Cruz, muh'fucker, I'm a shootin' star

Cause I shoot these bars like I'm shootin' cars

On the 405 freeway

Cut me off

I came from the land of the pull up and spray

Where they pull up and say

"Where you from, ESE!?"

Yeah

Only the sickest of my vocals get laid

And if it ain't the good doctor/+Dr.+, must be Cool & +Dre+

Chorus:

[The Game] Give me a 6-4 and some hydro, watch the low low

Jump around

[Omar Cruz] Homie, what's that sound

[The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music

[Omar Cruz] Uh huh

[The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music

[Omar Cruz] Yeah

[The Game] Let the top down, homie, pop the trunk

Let the speakers go

[Omar Cruz] BOOM

[The Game] The whole world know that sound

Cause it ain't nothin' but that gangsta music

[Omar Cruz] Uh huh

[The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music

[Omar Cruz] Yeah

(Verse 2)

I spit for everyday hustlers, 9-to-5'ers jugglin'

Green and white, just to make them things right

Customers fiend tonight

The ghetto bird flies above us

Heard a couple shots, just another day, on my L.A. block

Police harass me cause my Cadillacs blastin' up

And in my stash, have the .44, hidden in the back

They couldn't find a damn thing, nothin' on me

It's why it always been, and still is, "MOTHERFUCK THE POLICE!"

That's how we livin', I done spit on how I see it

For every Blood, they killin', another Crip

Deleted

Another homie is seein' consecutive life sentences

Even if they breathin', ain't no sunshine, believe it

See, I keep it hood cause I gots to

Whole style is mobster

He's a (???), I destroy your whole Rockstar

Try and stop us

These Latin kings on the rise

Any questions, ask my smif-n-wesson, it's B.Y.I

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 3)

It's like a new change of armor, the God is up for the slaughter

We riders, ride in the storm, when it's flooded, walkin' on water

You wildin', homie, we wildin' you, wallin' up on the side of you

Never knew he was there, homie, surprise on you

Cause on the west side, we ain't got a test drive

6-4, went to shop

Roll the 6-45

Or the Double-R

All suede, head lock

Don't fuck with dimes no more

Shoot for twenty fives

That's under twenty five

We roll on 25

Inch chrome rims, hollow tips in my 25

Baby wanna ride, one day, twenty times

She and a friend sayin' "Omar, you a nasty guy"

I know this, ma, just another day in the life

Bullets, broads, beats and plenty dollar signs

Cause if it don't make sense, then it's a waste of time

O. Cruz, cut the check, bitch

This is B.Y.I

Repeat Chorus

[The Game]

Got two words for the coast..

For the world..

Omar Cruz..

Yeah..

Black and brown pride equals..

The Game and O.C...

We don't need you..

Cause we got us..

West coast..

For life