[Intro]
  
  Sup Fred? Gangsta shit
  West Coast...
  
  [Verse One]
  Niggas with hepatitis
  Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis
  Infected selected neglected ejected
  And next time ya hit the West
  You could best believe, believe the best, mothaFUCK the rest
  What you supposed to be snatchin'?
  You comin' to a world of punctured hearts and jackin'
  Lethal illegal overseein' the [??] be like seagulls
  Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles
  The end of the sequel
  I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
  And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:
  Mothafuck D
  Mothafuck M
  Only X I know is Xzibit or RBX
  Extraordinary, trynna snatch my bitch
  You can have the bitch, two bitches gettin' rich
  Just to come to the West Coast and get stripped down
  Beat to death and stripped, all over a bitch
  Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
  Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
  I love New York, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't shit New York
  They actin' like a bitch New York
  Buckshot, Noreaga, Jigga - cool
  Canibus, Wu-Tang, my niggas - cool
  Def Squad and DefJam, but fuck Ja Rule
  Irv Gotti I can't wait for Raekwon to break fool
  Trynna sign Daz, nigga Daz ‘ll sign you
  And when you hit the West, this is what we gon' do:
  Get ya'll niggas, slap ya'll niggas like bitches
  Dippin' through the ‘hood on switches
  I just bought me a Cadillac last week
  Wit' a new bitch since my old bitch tweaked
  Naw homeboy, the game just ain't the same
  If you wanna know, Kurupt said it, and I'm Callin' Out Names
  [Break]
  scratching* "Never did like him"
  You know what?" *scratching* "Fuck, fuck, fuck all ya'll"
  [Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]
  It's for my niggas and my bitches,
  my bitches and all my niggas, my niggas and
  my bitches, my bitches and all my niggaaaass!"
  Callin' Out Names!
  (Now if it wasn't for the West, these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
  
  Now if it wasn't for the West,
  these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
  
  [Verse 2]
  I don't give a fuck
  Catch me in da ‘hood all blue Chucks, gangbanged the fuck out Cuz
  Only thing I like that Ryde Ruff is Eve
  And all the rest of ya'll niggas who Ryde Ruff get these
  I'mma tell you one mo' time and I won't say it again
  Kurupt said it mothafucka from beginnin' to end
  You salamander-ass caterpillar-ass mothafucka
  Fake-ass busta-ass fake killa mothafucka
  If it wasn't for the West,
  these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest for they chest
  Quoted from a fucka homie X
  The Lox ya'll my mothafuckas, can't forget ya'll
  And that's spoken on from the mothafuckin Dogg
  All the rest of ya'll, tell ya like this
  Eat a fat dick bitch
  I'm Callin Out Names!
  [Break]
  Fuck Ruff Ryder
  Fuck The Firm
  Fuck Belly
  Kurupt says fuck ‘em
  [Chorus]
  Nigga, now if I didn't say yo name, then this ain't for you
  But if you try to speak then I'mma peel the paint for you
  I cause brain tumors, thinkin' of a thought to think
  Lettin' off caliber's ‘til the chamber need to be changed
  Empty out, simply don't tempt me,
  I empty out until everything in this mothafucka's gone
  I empty house off of empty rounds
  Now what the fuck you gotta say?
  What the fuck you wanna see? The homie's on my K
  I never worry ‘bout none of ya'll so why now?
  I run it through and this is how you do it Dogg Pound (ROOF!)
  The Gang, we master blast and maintain
  Weed money cocaine got us all insane
  Bitch niggas remember even though the times may change
  I want Kurupt said it nigga, and I'm Callin' Out Names
  [Break]
  *scratching* "Never did like him"
  "You know what?" *scratching* All ya'll! "Fuck, fuck, fuck allya'll"
  Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]
  
  It's for my niggas and my bitches,
  my bitches and all my niggas, my niggas and
  my bitches, my bitches and all my niggaaaass!"
  West Coast! Bout Time!
  (Now if it wasn't for the West,
  these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest) Let's start!
  Coasta' nigga!
  (Now if it wasn't for the West,
  these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
  Holla at'cha boy… On the West Coast… get at me homie!
  (Now if it wasn't for the West,
  these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)