[Intro: Leonard] Yeah, West Coast fire. Too Short cadence, keep it locked. Anika, Sara, drop in. Let's run it. [Verse 1: Leonard] Lamborghini parked, ice shining in the dark Got the pimp game heavy, light a blunt, leave a mark Never stop the counting, stack the paper to the roof 100 on the dash, yeah we coming with the proof Twelve deep in the queue, running straight through the set Cruising through the city, zero room for any debt [Verse 2: Anika] Stepping out clean, yeah the grill on freeze Pimp game tight, moving right through the breeze Blowing on loud, roll another backwood tight Counting up the cash under neon city light No shortcuts taken, built it solid from the street Got the whole Coast knocking to a heavy-hitting beat [Verse 3: Sara] Keep the money coming, yeah we never look back Got the diamonds on the teeth, shining bright on the track Too Short flow, keep the rhythm steady low Blowing blunts out the window as we cruise and we glow No games, no fake, just the raw hard truth Running up the numbers from the block to the booth [Verse 4: Leonard] Twelve verses running, yeah we keeping up the pace Pure West Coast, put the rhythm in its place Pimp game proper, got the money in the safe Every single mover making plays in the place Lamborghini engine roaring louder than the crowd Riding through the sunset, standing tall, talking loud [Verse 5: Anika] Count it up, stack it up, watch the digits grow Moving with precision in a high-stakes flow Blunt lit, diamond grill flashing in the flash Got the world in our hands turning everything to cash Real money, real moves, every single line exact Stacking up the blue strips, heavy on the track [Verse 6: Sara] West Coast breeze hitting through the tinted glass Grinding every second so the weak will never last Pimp game certified, walking down the avenue Everything we touch turns to green, brand new Blowing smoke out, counting bands till dawn Never hit the brakes, yeah the legacy stays on [Verse 7: Leonard] Midway through the set, man we never lose the steam Riding high side on a West Coast dream Lamborghini diamonds hit the sun and start to flare Nobody on the strip can even match the gear we wear Pimping out the game, running heavy night and day Taking over blocks, clearing out the whole way [Verse 8: Anika] Roll it up, spark it up, watch the smoke rise high Cruising down the boulevard underneath the sky Money on my mind and the paper in my hand Building out the stash all across the land No stops, no breaks, keep the momentum rolling fast Everything we touch is engineered to last [Verse 9: Sara] Grind never stops when the vision is clear Rolling up the dubs, top down, no fear Diamonds on the teeth flashing bright when I speak Pimping out the cadence every day of every week West Coast anthem, heavy hitting on the bass Leaving all the imitators trailing far in place [Verse 10: Leonard] Pushing through the late night, keep the pressure on Working through the midnight till the coming of the dawn Solid Coast rules, heavy order in the game Never playing small, putting respect on the name Count the paper stack, let the currency ignite West Coast fire burning heavy through the night [Verse 11: Anika] Lamborghini idling, engine humming in the street Pimp game flawless, moving down the concrete Blunts stay lit while the figures multiply Watching all the limits fade away into the sky Real paper, real numbers on the sheet Nothing but perfection when we step into the beat [Verse 12: Sara] Final verse closing, but the money never stops Pimping out the culture right from the bottom to the tops Diamonds shining blinding, keep the bass hitting hard Locking down the Coast, taking over the yard West Coast legacy written in the line and rhyme Executing heavy, every single time
