I was younger I used to sit around and think about you And though I'm older I still wonder Where you are and do you think about me Though the road has
he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass nigga like me They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here
't you stop, take a breath Find a moment to reflect On the pure and simple choices that we fail to see From the worst to the best From the east coast
Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast
I'm gonna definitely do my best to reach out (to the kids) hommies on the block (citizens) hustlers on lock (what it is) the music bizz wont stop or change me (east coast
I drove the deepest ditches (huh?) Scaled the steepest slopes and road the meanest roads Left skid marks all over the east coast (OH, WATCH OUT!), shit
grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God
Budden:] Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers You step to us, text rugers to respect the shooters My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
get away You better beware there Johnny There's a monkey on your back Johnny thought he'd do something clever Turning south on the old Coast Road Pushing
hot The road traveled is lapped time and again Though common I watched it go from gold to platinum to diamond I watched watches go from silver to gold To the back road
strong May your journey be long And now I wish you the best of luck Well I know you are strong May your journey be long And now I wish you the best of
: IBWC's in the house, fool And Yo-Yo about to rock this muthafucka And I'm sendin this out to all my homies in the west coast Yo-Yo, kick that! (Come
clear blue yonder Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T. Now why try and test, the Rebel INS? Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
, only grows hotter He blows it's all over, these h**s is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's known as the Globetrotter lonely roads God only knows
to make a dime I keep that paper on my mind I was born blind But now I see the road to riches It's a long road, full of hurdles Potholes and ditches
can handle that (We can handle that) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast (Get XXX'd) Midwest (Get XXX'd) Down South (Get XXX'd) West Coast (Get XXX'd) East Coast
llama's close That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes So they got 'em long-short, Old kinda toast More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
