[Verse 1: Fashawn] Cen Cal terrain, soak up game Where graff writers bomb trains And poets is smoked out with dope in they veins Need a toast to the post where we hang Dialect unmatched Gotta adapt to the slang that's spoke A West Coast thing Out of town niggas get took out the frame Just for thinkin' every hood's the same Especially where I'm from We live by the gun Put money over bitches, and die over funds You could lie in the trunk Or at the blink of an eye get jumped Can't say we seen it all But we can say we saw enough Survive when the times got rough And the money got low, houses got raided We was at the park gettin' faded Not a care in the world [Hook x2: scratched samples] "West Coast in ya area" "From the streets of the 'No" "5-5-9" "My birthplace" "L-A" "Where I'm comin' from" "The Coast of the Pacific" [Verse 2: Evidence] Another two days, the sun set, they lose like touche Too bad, I was off the head like toupees Got home off two planes, toothaches To-day, myspace, two-thousand plays Last call for alcohol's two AM On a Tuesday night, we was sayin' Know this our way, LA party crashin' We from here, y'all talk funny, y'all got the accents East slopes to the beach, post up each Every day, new trees, Cali green Green leafs, weed medicine cards Streets got eyes in 3D Still peep, polluted air when I sleep Fuckin' up the count in my sheep The far left, I'm part of the next Shine different, work hard, not gonna bottle the stress [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Fashawn] Skate parks jumpin', one-time focus Young niggas pumpin', hoodrats scopin' At the bus stop, brothers might slide through dumpin' Broad daylight outside like "fuck it" Hood rich, we drive-by in buckets With chrome 22's on the side, call it stuntin' Flamboyant young hustlers and Couch bums who amounted to nothin' Mouthpiece help me get dough Out a chick in the mall buyin' fresh clothes Some broads got burned out Erica turned 17 and got turned out That's how we live in the streets of the F Paranoid so I sleep with a Tec, valley of death I'm from the Sunshine State, but we livin' in darkness Be smart, nigga, enter with caution, it's F-C [Hook x2]