We use cookies to customize content and advertising, to provide social media features, and to analyze traffic to our site. We also share information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. Read more.

    Dream Junkies / Lyrics

    Playlist 0 Rate 0 Like & Share Print Email Play

    "Left Coast" Lyrics

    Dream Junkies

    Intro (Beleaf):

    I swear y'all don't know about the west
    You don't know nothing 'bout ridin' up the 5
    View on the left
    God gave us front row view to the sunset
    Everybody think it's paradise
    But we lost some real ones on the left
    So what you know about the west
    I swear y'all don't know about the west side
    Nor'Cal So'Cal go ahead and rep
    I feel like we the realest ones left

    Let me tell you 'bout left

    Hook (John Givez):

    Left coast, left coast
    (throw your) west side up high (x4)

    Verse 1 (Ruslan):

    I'll admit it, it's not perfect
    Nah I take that back cuz what I'm learning
    You get what you pay for that's on purpose
    So the cost of living is so worth it
    Yeah the cost of living is so worth it
    So I don't wanna hear any complaining from
    Any person that has not lived here cuz that's an inaccurate version
    And clear, I swear you ain't know about my town
    Thinking it's another city by the ocean coast

    And not a whole lot that be ever going down
    (down, down)
    As we coming up slow
    On a ghost highway, only right to give a ode
    Indescribable to tell you what I'm feeling in my soul
    It's Cali
    It's a California California California state of mind
    It don't matter what you saying
    What you selling
    There's no way that you can ever really take my
    Allegiance from the city with the view
    You see us we the leaders
    Of this era
    In this area, come meet us
    And comedians be talking
    But no way they can defeat us
    God made me for the west
    Ever since I was a fetus

    On the left


    Verse 2 (Murs):

    Me I'm from the middle of the city of the angels
    Dealing with these demons on the daily had to lay low
    God's grace gave my face this halo
    Tangled with them devils
    Just a west side rebel
    Trying to make the next level
    Take it far from the ghetto
    W up but my pants sag low
    All the homies bang crip
    Never had a rag though
    What I want a rag fo'?
    When I get the mad dough
    A thick girlfriend wit a ___?
    That was a dream
    Was a junkie as a teen
    Hip hop thing
    See I was a true fiend
    But the scene was all G-Rap
    Hoochies and weed sacks
    My city so much mo' y'all gon see that
    No strap but I was bustin' off of Crenshaw
    Raw raps dodging all of them pit falls
    Had the beats with the homie smoking indo
    Tour bus wit my name on the window
    Did a little dirt
    Could have been a little worse
    All the homies got popped
    And that could have been Murs but
    That's the grace I was speaking on
    That ___?
    Crowds wanna sing my song loud
    When the beat is on now
    That they see I'm on proud
    That I be from home

    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Song Details

    Rank: (−)
    −/5 from 0 users
    Charts: view all »
    Referring urls:view all »


    Songs you may also like


    leaderboard activity


    Facebook (0) LetsSingIt (0)