I roll through the West Side Coast, I'm a real nigga Representing where I'm from, I'm a killer Born and raised in the streets, I'm a sinner But I keep it real, never been a pretender I ride with my crew, we stay strapped Ready for whatever, ain't no turning back We hustle hard, stacking up the racks Living life fast, ain't no time to relax We out here grinding, trying to make a way In a world full of struggle and pain But we stay strong, never lose faith Cause on the West Side Coast, we elevate We hold it down, never back down From the streets to the studio, we wear the crown 2Pac's spirit lives on in every sound West Side Coast nigga, tu hold it down.