Wicked Westcoast

Lyrics

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[Intro - dusty San Andreas-style keys, vinyl crackle, wicked laughter, echoed street chatter, sirens far off]
Money on my mind,..California grind,... Sun shining bright in my mutha fucken eyes,..
See a Ghetto Star Rise,..
O G Money Makin' Mutha Fucka,..

[Verse 1 - 90's West Coast bounce, punchy drums, deep bassline, autotuned rap vocals with doubled ad-libs]

Verse fucken one,..first to none,
O G Killah ghost,..in the mutha fucken sun,
Curse words in this bitch, little homie, blasphemy...
God fucken Damn,...
With the Grim Reaper,
When you ask for me,...
Pass the fucken spliff chief,
I got some real shit, comin'
like a catastrophe,
Wicked Westcoast in tha mutha Fucken buildin'.
Word is born, you'll get torn,..feel me
I transform, like a sandstorm,
First to fucken battle, bitch..
Bring the fucken shadow,..
I'll rattle your bones, like Davey Jones,.. Mutha Fucka..

[Pre-Chorus - tension rising, filtered beat, layered autotuned harmonies, vinyl scratches]
O G Killah Mutha Fucka,...
like a thief in the night,..
light up the spliff, chief...
it's a demon fight..

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[Chorus - male and female r & b singing melody, West Coast anthem hook, layered harmonies, booming bass]
Back to the hood, got my mind made up,...
I want money to the sky,..mutha fucka, no lie..
Ain't got no real rival,..
Keep a third eye,..on the Devil,..
First to none,..
till a mutha fucka done,..
O G Killah Ghost,..
it's tha Wicked Westcoast,..

[Verse 2 - laid-back but sharper flow, funky guitar licks, scratch accents, autotuned rap delivery]
Verse fucken two,...Ron day voo, with the holy ghost,..
Back to the graveyard,..
How the fuck ya fight,..
Where the mutha fuck you are,..
locked on my scope,..
O G Killah, Ghetto Star..
Like a Crook, in the Devil's den,.. mutha fucka, Amen
Take a good look,..at tha Mutha Fucken Demon Slayer,..
Save a fucken prayer,..when you fucken see me,..bitch
I got no love for ya,..
after all tha shit we been through,..
Just know mutha fucka,..
with all due respect,...
O G Killah Ghost,
with the blood of Poseidon,..
running through my fucken neck,.

[Bridge - stripped-back beat, eerie pads, whispered autotuned vocals, distant laughter]
Ain't no slippin'..
Mutha Fuck you,..
Straight from the crypt,..
on a money makin' mission,..

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[Final Chorus - bigger drums, thicker bass, soaring singing melody, echoed gang vocals, scratches and laughter]
Back to the hood, got my mind made up,...
I want money to the sky,..mutha fucka, no lie..
Ain't got no real rival,..
Keep a third eye,..on the Devil,..
First to none,..
till a mutha fucka done,..
O G Killah Ghost,..
it's tha Wicked Westcoast,..

[Outro - vinyl crackle, ghostly harmonized vocals, wicked laughter]

Fuck tha rap game ..
this M O B
Money ova bitchmade Mutha Fuckaz..
It's the Wicked Westcoast
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