West

NY to LA, we go loco Riding in the hills with the roof low Got a snow bunny, I call her coco Got her bouncing on the boy, like a pogo If your style isn't fresh we like oh no Saint Nick with your chick, she's a ho ho You can't join the clique, that's a no go It is what it is, that's fosho East coast nigga but I bang with the west side Getting money everywhere, don't know the best side Senorita, will you be my mamacita? Hit her once, it was really nice to meet ya In 90210 linking with the OGs Pass the Hollywood sign boutta make a movie (Tarantino) I do my little dance like I'm uzi Spin and milly rock got the groupies feeling woozy NY to LA, we go loco Riding in the hills with the roof low Got a snow bunny, I call her coco Got her bouncing on the boy, like a pogo If your style isn't fresh we like oh no Saint Nick with your chick, she's a ho ho You can't join the clique, that's a no go It is what it is, that's fosho In and out, like I'm getting fries and a burger In my raf simons, treat 'em like my burners In the west, they say I gotta accent Swipe my card, never know how much I spent Stepping on the stars, aiming past the moon Woke up on the beach, at about noon 20 dimes, by my side, needed more room Getting litty in the city, like a real goon NY to LA, we go loco Riding in the hills with the roof low Got a snow bunny, I call her coco Got her bouncing on the boy, like a pogo If your style isn't fresh we like oh no Saint Nick with your chick, she's a ho ho You can't join the clique, that's a no go It is what it is, that's fosho NY to LA, we go loco Riding in the hills with the roof low You can't join the clique, that's a no go It is what it is, that's fosho