(feat. Spice 1)



[Spice 1]

Geah man, it's Spice 1 kickin that gangsta

Plow!

Original rudebwoy from the old school, man

Come wicked

Like this, fool, haha

Yeah, the Clip & the Trigga method

Straight blunt

Straight out the East Bay

West Coast, fool



Hello, you've reached the muthafuckin S-p-i-c-e

[?] this nigga from the crazy streets of Cali, gee

Gots to come wicked on this muthafuckin track

So niggas, dip your fo's from the front to the back

And just slide [?] and hit your corner on three wheels

Spark up some of that kill, that chronic, that real

Indo green shit straight from Humboldt County

Ounce of chronic up in my pockets, swisha sweets all around me

L.A. niggas dip in fo's, East Bay niggas roll 'Stangs

[?] you still ain't shit if you ain't sittin on them thangs

4 15's in the ass shakin all yo shit

Goin bum-bum-bum-bu-bum, yeah

So don't get the 114

Get it out twisted and tangled as if you didn't know

We got the bump for that ass, we got the rump for that ass

And in the trunk we got the muthafuckin funk for that ass



[CHORUS x2]

It ain't no party like a West Coast party 

Cause a East Coast party ain't shit

It ain't no party like a East Coast party 

Cause a West Coast party ain't shit

[DJ Slice cuts up]

[KRS-One] (Come again)



[Simple E]

Hey yo, what it be like out there?

This is your girl Simplé E

And this is your lucky moment

I'm straight up and down representin the East

The place where rhymin ain't nothin but everything

All day, everyday

Jersey's defnitely the spot



Abracadabra, dude don't know shit

I'm runnin through your [?] with my incense

Psychedelic power, now I got to let you know

Drink all you want, we can get some mo'

In the back of my Rover, so let's ride

Ride to the corner, really wanna do some shit

Got your man all sprung on the Simple shit

Look at me, Simple E, that ain't me

My freakin name's Simplé, and you can't test

I rhyme with the best of the business

So jock this verbal tennis

I got Spice on the 1 puttin hoes in check

[?] love but I'm givin it back

To the East, the place called home where I roam

And get the funk for your dome

But looka here, batty boy, you can't toy

With the East cause the East got beats

The East got bump, the East got lyrics and shit

To make the whole world spin, tell a friend

Let the East shit rip



[DJ Slice cuts up]

[KRS-One] (Like this)



[CHORUS]



[Spice 1]

Niggas don't wanna see me get funky like Bootsy, baby

I locs up and get to breakin em off, takin they shit and talkin crazy

See, Cali niggas, we don't fuck around

Some roll with top down, some roll with straight muthafuckin frowns

Seven-deuce glasshouse, fo' nappy-headed niggas

I'm in the backseat rollin blunts and drinkin liquor

I tell my dogs: muthafucka out, it's time to go

And hit the corner sto', so we can drink some mo'

Hennessy makes me feel fine

187 up in the house packin a fat nine

Can't be caught without my shit, nigga please

Muthafuckas know me and they know I'm stackin g's



Shit, haha

Yeah, muthafuckas straight get gatted up if you ain't got your shit

Haha, that's how it's jumpin off on the West Coast, haha



[DJ Slice cuts up]

[KRS-One] (Come again)



[CHORUS]



[Simple E]

Ain't nothin' changed but the days, to blaze ain't enough

I got my counterpart thinkin' he tough

I do it smooth-like, I do it just like it ought to be done

So kitty come, kitty come

Get a load of E's shit, I got the bump and shit

To make a muthafucka sit and recite my shit

So nigga roll [?] boy, back back

Don't make me act a fool and abstract

Substract, eliminate your face from your body

I like to party, drinkin Bacardi

Breezys, young skeezers can't get with it

My style so foul toxic waste couldn't rid it

I'm rockin shades and I'm sportin my braids

For the East [?] how we do it

We do it, we done it and run it, look at me

Spice 1 and the Simplé E

We got you silly suckers stuck on stupid, so move it

We be the bomb, baby, we be the funkk to freak

So see...



[CHORUS]