The Coast - Statik Selektah

We desperados, black guns and gold Movados

Chrome hollows, break bones or smash models

Never follow, get it by yourself, that’s the motto

My heart’s cold, feelin like winter in Colorado

Cali kush burnin, my brain’s like a furnace

I was drivin in a Benz before I ever had a permit

See this is my Erick Sermon and I feel like I deserve it

I remember bein young, I used to spit my rhymes nervous

But now I’m on point like a javelin, way beyond battlin

Out of state travelin, haters stop babblin

Remember this, California’s my residence

All my +People's Dilated+, just ask Evidence

I rep the coast everywhere I go

So even when I’m overseas, they know, they know, they know

I never front when it comes to the dough

I’m guaranteed to make a killing a show, they know, so let’s go

I ride around with my tank on E

You better bank on me, to get more, to get more, let’s go

I rep the coast everywhere I go

So even when I’m overseas, they know, they know, they know

Yeah

Guaranteed to make a killing a show

Uh, Fashawn

I be the F-A, uh, yeah, aiyyo

My life similar to dice

How I roll, nothin nice, California nights

Ice cold on the lookout, for the po-lice that’s on patrol

Pedalin white, wrong or right, drugs get sold

We gotta eat, so if that means robberies and runnin in spots

I’m all for it, best believe I’m huggin the block

Prayin for my enemies that is sendin 'em shots

I’m hopin that you succeed

You don’t need a cellular phone to hear Statik/static

Just listen to the tune of the semi-automatic

What’s happenin?

My mind state accumulate dough and keep stackin

Spend less time with the hoes, on some mack shit

America’s favorite, blunt blazin

Rhyme writin maven, rap Wes Craven

A rose blossomin out the concrete pavement

For everyone I admire, live on stage, it’s the F

Uh, yo

C-A, uh

Ev' pictures classic, clients can’t imagine

Time lapse my rhyme on IMAX graphics (uh)

Masterpiece larger than life

Throughout my section, floss Los Angeles nights (nights)

Songs that prays for him, school on Sunday (Sunday)

Where’s my flair?

It’s a case of the Mondays

Somedays are better than the next one (oh …)

Yesterday I couldn’t spot a Chevron (what the fuck? Chevron)

Out of gas, fast in Madagascar (that's Venice)

Off the mask it was Chapman with a fast car (I got a fast car)

I got a fast car, ten thousand horses (watch out)

No trap star, themes are ferocious (get the fuck out of here)

I think awkward, takin for obnoxious (that's me)

Less concerned with kicks than the boxes (fuck your shoes)

A man lived in a shoe

Sold coke out the front, out the back we grew (who knew?)

Who knew the day was comin?

(uh)

Feel this deal is really fuckin Phil Drummond (oh yeah)

I think that deserved a drum roll (haha)

Drinkin juice in the hood wasn’t fun though

They know, they know