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| New WestNoClueWith this song, NoClue proved the fact that he’s the fastest
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| rapper on earth and also got an appearence in The Guinness Book of Records
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| NoClue (Hahaha)
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| It’s a plot to a scheme
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| Wanna see y’all throwin' the dub when I step on the scene
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| Bigger figures and bigger dreams
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| The life that I’ve never seen is never what it seems
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| But as soon as I step on the scene
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| With an attitude like I don’t give a fuck
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| I’m lovin' the way she’s shaking her butt
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| Got me fantasizing and I really wanna cut
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| Take her to the back of the truck to see what’s up
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| I’m so consist, remember the West in '96
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| Death Row, multiple gangsta hits
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| Never gonna be the same
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| See the game’s gonna flip every time I spit
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| So let’s slide to the side, everybody that’s feelin' the vibe
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| Lemme see you throw ya hands in the sky and everybody let’s rise
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| So tell me what you know about the West
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| Wear a bulletproof vest on your chest in the West
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| Manifest in the West
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| Show your fatty in the Caddy in the West
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| So tell me y’all forgot about the West
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| Legendary, young literary, preliminary never limitary
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| Clown fools like it’s meditary
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| The rap game’s most revolutionary
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| Half the rappers in the game are very scary
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| Y’all know what’s up
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| Four fingers up, two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed
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| If you’re real, let me see you throw it up
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| Makin' money, then you never got no time to sluff
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| From Sea-Town to Sac-Town
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| The bay area and back down
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| From Portland to Oakland, L.A. up and smokin'
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| We West Coast representin', throwin' up them dubs
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| Collar poppin', chickens jockin' 'cuz they wanna get cut
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| We throw the west up high
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| Can’t nobody see the west when we ride
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| So throw your hands in the sky
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| And now my Niggas, let’s rise
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| I’m the most lyrically elevated, articulated, behated
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| I physically orchestrated
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| See, they mad that I made it
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| Incriminated, they stated, interrogated, debated
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| See, I manipulated, the rap game’s been invaded
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| Metaphorically been related
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| Captivated, opinuated and verbally irritated
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| The mind that contemplated
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| These artists are animated
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| The game’s been fabricated but only through what you make it
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| Ain’t nobody showin' nobody no pity in the West
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| Everybody already been feelin' gritty in the West
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| All the females wanna get all pretty and show their kitty
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| Come and be apart of the committee, only in the West
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| Everybody from the Southeast to the Midwest
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| Never gonna be the type to be put to the test
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| You need to take a little time to confess
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| I’m really one of the best, never less
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| Got them feeling the thump in their chest
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| I’m a rare version, emergin', conversion, inversion
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| Encouragin', of a lyrical reversion and urgin'
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| Swervin' and splurgin', reconversion Metaphorically servin'
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| Super supremacist, lyrical, physical, typical nemesis
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| Lyrically gifted, see the bitches, they reminisce
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| Taking my greedy self, precipitation, so serious
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| Speculated, motivated, impersonated, related, eliminated
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| Too good to be rated but hated
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| Debated, never degraded
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| Disintigrated, could they be mad that I made it Or that I came and invaded
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| So, From Sea-Town to Sac-Town
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| The bay area and back down
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| From Portland to Oakland, L.A. up and smokin'
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| We West Coast representin', throwin' up them dubs
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| Collar poppin', chickens jockin' 'cuz they wanna get cut
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| We throw the west up high
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| Can’t nobody see the west when we ride
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| So throw your hands in the sky
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| And now my Niggas, let’s rise |