[Intro: Loc Saint]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Loc Saint baby, Loc Saint baby, Loc Saint baby, Loc Saint baby
Big J, Big, J, Big J, Big J
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
[Chorus: Loc Saint]
West til the pine (Til the pine)
It be that West Coast that raised me
And when I die take it live down six
It'll be out West where they lay me
West til the pine (Til the pine)
It be that West Coast that made me
And when it comes my time take your rhyme to the pine
It'll be out west where they lay me
[Verse 1: Loc Saint]
I'm going mega Locadocious with this flow on deck
Loc Saint the one that came to paint the picture correct
See, I was raised on the West and the best matter of fact
Grew up learning the hard way by getting knocked on my ass
But I will never let the other weigh down all of my past
Cause that's what made me who I am, but now I'm living it fast
You see I hailed from The Wash at the start of '55
I represent it down the California-Mexico line
And everything they sent a little we'd be Oregan-ized
Ain't no deciphering the riddle, it's just simple design
Now relax your mind and let your conscious be free
Get down to the sounds of the L-O-C
Well, I gotta represent for the side I'm from
West Coast though you're mad at that we ride as one
Take a bit of my advice, kick your seat way back
And burn your rubber to no other than this Loc Saint track
[Chorus: Loc Saint]
West til the pine (Til the pine)
It be that West Coast that raised me
And when I die take it live down six
It'll be out West where they lay me
West til the pine (Til the pine)
It be that West Coast that made me
And when it comes my time take your rhyme to the pine
It'll be out west where they lay me
[Verse 2: Big J]
Big J all day, yeah I'm up in the mix
From that upper left coast I've been repping my clique
See, the West Coast made me, started from the 80's
Fingers twisted up ever since I was a baby
For thirty-five years I've been running it wild
A product of my idols where I got my style
Raiders cap all black, you gotta do it right
See like West Coast rap, high throughout the nineties (West)
I'm West til the pine all day til I die
Do it old-school, yeah, you know how I ride
Gun totting, blunt smoking OG on the streets
No rider chrome-denting's, got the pumps and the beats
Skeet skrrt motherfucker, yeah you know what it do
One-hundred on God, in my veins it run smooth
It's a West Coast thing, G-code for my life
It's here I plan to rest, six feet when I die
[Chorus: Loc Saint]
West til the pine (Til the pine)
It be that West Coast that raised me
And when I die take it live down six
It'll be out West where they lay me
West til the pine (Til the pine)
It be that West Coast that made me
And when it comes my time take your rhyme to the pine
It'll be out west where they lay me
[Bridge: Loc Saint]
West til the pine, til the pine, til day that I D-I-E
I'ma rep that W-E-S-T
West til the pine, til the pine, til the day that I D-I-E
I'ma rep that W-E-S-T
[Chorus: Loc Saint]
West til the pine (Til the pine)
It be that West Coast that raised me
And when I die take a drive down six
It'll be out west where they lay me
West til the pine (Til the pine)
It be that West Coast that made me
And when it comes my time take your rhyme to the pine
It'll be out west where they lay me
West til the pine
[Bridge: Loc Saint]
Til the pine til the day that I D-I-E
I'ma rep that W-E-S-T
Til the pine til the day that I D-I-E
I'ma rep that W-E-S-T
Til the pine til the day that I D-I-E
I'ma rep that W-E-S-T
Til the pine til the day that I D-I-E
I'ma rep that W-E-S-T
[Outro: Loc Saint]
West til the pine (Pine, pine, pine, pine)
West til the pine (Pine, pine, pine, pine)