The Game — West Coast Need Me Freestyle

[Beat 1] Look, Game come through the club with the Fetty Glock, yeah, yeah I want my Fetty, knockin' everybody in the club, gettin' free, ready rock, yeah Ay, you know what ready rock is? Yeah, that's what steady rock biz That's naked chicks cookin' in the kitchen Naked chicks listenin' to Kendrick, yeah They got the Dre beats pill with the character And the Dre beats pill was sittin' in the character mouth And that's the West Side to the South You know what I'm about, P-I-R-U And I do it for my troops Not true religions 'cause we still rockin' Levi's Everybody know I'm from West Side, Compton Grew up rocking knee highs Runnin' 'round the corner, yeah Some like formula So, I came through with the phone call with Ferrari Somebody introduce me to Bvlgari Went down to Beverly hills, knocked down Stephanie Mills Then I start fuckin' with Tameka Then she introduced me to Enrica Then Enrica introduced me to Indigo Then my baby mama said, "Boy, you a hoe!" I said, "My bad, I love you doe." Fetty Wap voice, boy gettin' guap Knots to my sock, knots to my pants, so many knots to me I don't know how to dance Still do the nae nae Oh, here we come, switched the beat up on me You think you sweet, you think gon' switch the beat up and I ain't gon' know how to rap doe [Beat 2] Ayo, RIP to Nate Dogg, RIP to Eazy Everything I do in Compton is straight greasy I ain't stop rappin' 'cause the West Coast need me They got Kendrick and YG and that's easy! Eric Wright doe, yeah, yeah, in my Nike's though I told y'all I like to doe doe Yeah, but I hit you with the fo' fo' Run up on my car, you will die for nothing Over my kids, boy, I ain't bluffin' I ain't fuckin' wit' you niggas I ain't fuckin' wit' you bitches Wait 'til I catch up to that boy, Stitches I ain't playin' doe Boy think I'm fuckin' with the [?] doe Yeah, 10 years, I ain't never got killed Or how else would I be freestylin' still? I'm on Power 106 doe Yeah, I'm in the retro Car full of beasto Yeah, I'm in the bistro Eatin' on Linguine and don't even know what it is Everything for my kids You know I don't give a fuck, everything I do is Justin Credible, Eric Deluxe And I'm not through freestylin' Game get up on the thing, straight wilding In my Honda Accord-a, ridin' with sinora Boy fuck interns, boy let the chronic burn That's they car but I come through in the Cutlass with AR And I might come through with Bango He said, "Baby girl, you're so damn fine though." Don't even mind though I just got five bricks from my homie Mando [Beat 3] Frasco, best dressed though I got a Polo on my vest doe You know I represent the West doe You know I'm turnt Ask my mama, she gon' say, "That boy burnt!" Yeah, ask my grand mama, she gon' say, "God bless his soul in his pajamas." But my pajamas is Polo, catch me on the South Beach, or down in SoHo I told y'all about 60 minutes ago boy still do the trickin' I'll be all down in Beverly Hills and then when I'm hungry I go to Roscoe's, Finga Licking Chicken, KFC, C-P-T, N-A-T-E D-O double G, then Snoop in the Coupe Y'all wanna fuck with me 'Cause I come through with the homie Kendrick, YG Can't forget Nipsey, can't forget Glasses, can't forget Steam Everybody on they asses Nobody even want it 'cause the West Coast aftermath That stands for acid Jay just stopped to Compton, YG said it's Bompton I think I'm kinda confused, no matter how you do it, dawg, everybody lose Power 106 doe, you know I'm goin' rich road You know how the chick go She give me head way lolo on my 6 4