[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics
(Cookin' Soul)
Uh, uh, yuh
West Coast (West Coast)
Hussle, Hussle
Ya know
Neighborhood
West Coast, who ride?
Blanco
Labeled as a thug
Ayy, yo, B
West Coast (West Coast)
Uh, look
Labeled as a thug
West Coast, who ride?

[Verse 1: Blanco]
Ain't the type of white dude sippin' Bud Light
I'm the type with my nine screamin', "Thug life"
A bad bitch wanna fuck tonight
You ain't shit, motherfucker, so it's fuck your life
Fuck the D.E.A., I.R.S., and F.B.I
There, I said it, won't regret it 'til we start trial
I don't ever leave a paper trail
And best believe I'ma G, I will break the scale
I'm a hustler, give a fuck about a budget
I'm a gangsta, give a fuck about the judges
I'm a monster, middle finger to you suckas
I'm a mobster, Mr. Untouchable
Can't fuck with me, I'm so on some other shit
On a road trip, gotta bring my other bitch
Not my other bitch, my other, other, other bitch
Every brick I flip, the more I'm like, "Fuck, I'm rich"

[Verse 2: YG]
Niggas hate daily, Glock is my protection
I'm the nigga that your mama told you not to mess with
Caught a interception on your bitch now that's a wridnap
Give her some dick quick, now watch how fast she collapse
Pusha Ink the label, yeah, been that way from day one
The hoes get around me and me? I just got to say somethin'
I let my chain speak, I ain't really gotta say much
If see me in the streets, holla, "Suwoop, nigga, stay up"
I'm all about my dollars, pop my collar on a hoe bitch
She say, "All you wanna do is fuck me," I say, "You know it"
My bitch rollin', my bitch bad
Don't trip 'cause the homies got the strap
Run up in your pad like the motherfuckin' police
With pistols in your face like, "Nigga, don't you owe me?"
I'm tryna steal the rap game like the house lit
I'm from the west but I'm tryna fuck a south bitch

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, look
I'm fresh off the block, I ain't really left yet
Best on the west, hands-down, no question
And my Adidas got the Slauson Boy etched in
And Black Sam keep the money invested
All I do is check rappers off the checklist
No beef, I eat beef for breakfast
No sleep 'cause these streets is hectic
I don't make peace, I just put 'em on my necklace
Real nigga, never ran, never snitched
The old lady of Fifth ain't raise no bitch
And we some real niggas, nothin' like the niggas in your clique
Always runnin' 'round talkin' about the little shit that you did
We'll never say nothin' 'bout that big shit we did
We just see eachother and nod, and you know what it is
And we don't talk about the big shit we did
We just see eachother and nod and you know what it is, nigga