I'm from in West Coast, motherfucker,, where the real Gs reside Where we ride or die, ain't no place to hide Raised in the era of Pac and Biggie Smalls Where the streets were ruthless, no time for the laws I spit rhymes that hit harder than a 9mm In the land of the free, where we chase our dreams But it ain't always what it seems, life ain't fair In the 90s, we learned to survive, that's rare We had the East Coast-West Coast beef But in the end, we all just wanted peace Riding low in the Chevy, blasting Snoop and Dre In the 90s, we were living like it was our last day The golden age of hip-hop, where legends were born 2Pac, Biggie, Nas, their words were sworn To keep it real, to speak the truth In the 90s, that's what we used to do