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East Coast Nothing

mine I know I don't like a bunch of down south rappers (hell no) Cause I don't need to like a bunch of east coast rappers (no) SP the ghost and I eat

be street We like Dem boys up top from the BK (BK) Know how to flip that money three ways (Three ways) Always ridin' big on the freeway (Freeway) Wit that east coast

that's game, straight pop the most MC rapper from the West Coast Too Short, dead or alive I still chill on the Eastside 'Cause I remember how it all began House parties in East

We're going to break it down old school style This is the old school type right? Short Dogg's in the house representing East Oakland, West Coast This is a West Coast

can do you the favor Just as long as you share with your neighbor Some like the Sour D, that's an east coast swing But on the west coast we all know

Nobody does it better, nobody does it better They can come closer than close, yeah Original they never will be We bumpin' from coast to coast, yeah, yeah

If you a down south nigga, throw it up, (and) If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (ay) If you a

the mack in me (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me) Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (Nothin' nothin'

And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked You'se a B writer, Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but