OnlyOne:
I smoke like the caterpillar in the Wonderland
I load the bowl and I snap it quicker than rubber bands
stacking chips up, making hits without a bat and pitcher
the sum I am, Jack the Ripper, the Son of Sam
the ratchet gripper, rapper killer, their bodies found
in the rapids of the Willamette river after winter
if you sketch, then take ten paces
draw blanks (click), you feel that burning sensation
Ooh, like mo'fuckin' deep, but I'm Ghostface Killah
when the law comes for me
we are underground, but we are not underneath
Northwest, we make it rain on a hot summer's eve (tell 'em)
with all the hate aside, you couldn't understand our way of life
it takes a certain savvy state of mind
the wild, wild West had its place in time
I'm mad I never even had the chance to say goodbye
Chorus (OnlyOne):
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
y'all get left (what?) That's how it goes down
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
y'all get left (yes) I live the only way I know how
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
y'all get left (aw) They say we lowdown
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
y'all get left (yeah) We hold it down
IAME:
We gotch'all addicted like blow
you want more, from show to the encore
we know what you come for
we flow the uncut raw, ten soldiers with guns drawn
an illustration of what's wrong, simulation of war
the type of shit they pat you down for at the front door
this heavy metal penetrating you but no blood pours
yet your life's not promised, it's unsure
can get cut short, death'll hunt you down just for sport
so I smoke blunts 'til my lungs get sore
get high followed by paranoid and insecure
this a double-edged sword that I wield
that sorta feels like I'm under a sorcerer's spell
I mean what else besides magic could explain
how this death ever walks along a path that isn't flames
feel the wrath that is my hate
feel the passion in my brother
flash flood of acid rain to melt the face off motherfuckers
Chorus (OnlyOne):
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
y'all get left (what?) That's how it goes down
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
y'all get left (yes) I live the only way I know how
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
y'all get left (aw) They say we lowdown
It's a West coast ride, left coast, right
y'all get left (yeah) We hold it down
Illmaculate:
In every state that I've been in, I'm like
Northwest, Fresh Coast, that's a state of mind I'm in
and I don't think they got a clue of my true capabilities
but I don't hate my enemies 'cause that's a waste of energy
I keep 'em close, and watch 'em with an eagle's eye
I learn their weaknesses, though, that's where the secret lies
so if they flip and turn on my I won't be surprised
I see the eyes of the wolves through the sheep's disguise
take all threats with extreme prejudice
so be deader if death is a pre-requisite
you better know, I've never been a sucka man
throwin' up a 'W' with a weapon in my other hand
that's why it's hard to trust me
'cause if don't throw shots, it's probably something sharp and rusty
I'm on the wild wild West, though, what you expect
my style's Fresh Coast I'ma be hustlin' to death, I'm like
Chorus (OnlyOne):
It's West coast ride, left coast, right
y'all get left (what?) That's how it goes down
It's a left coast ride, Northwest, right
Westside (yes) I live the only way I know how
It's a left coast ride, West coast side
Northwest (aw) They say we lowdown
But the Northwest, like Westside, North coast, right
Sandpeeps, we hold it down
