Intro:
Don’t you know that we’re livin’ up that high life ya
Woo, Manic Drive, Mr. Talkbox
West coast can you, can you feel me
Ha, first verse, drop it
Verse 1:
Strangers know we're entertainers
Quick to be slick, party with the majors
But who cares, thinkin’ about how we got here
Get the car parked, put the night in high gear
I guess we won’t be leaving
Cause somethings got me thinkin’ (thinkin’)
PRE:
West coast to the east side
All good got the green light, ya
What you sayin on the flip side? ya
So let me take you for a ride
What you sayin’ tonight?
Chorus:
West coast can you feel me?
East side tell me if you're feelin’ alright
Livin’ up the high life (high life)
South Central can you check it?
T.O. representing, feelin’ alright
Livin’ up the high life (high life)
Verse 2:
Egos in black tuxedos
Puffin their chest like they're Al Pacino
So let's go Armani models
Fancy people holding empty bottles
I guess we won't be leaving (I guess we won’t be leaving)
Cause somethings got me thinkin’
REPEAT PRE
Chorus 2:
West coast can you feel me?