Verse One
West Coast, East Coast
Travellin' the sea
North Pole, South Pole
All for me
See, im quick as a cat
And slick as a snake
And im bringin' it in with
The 12 inch toothpaste
Livin' with a box
full of angry letters
Callin' my name
Gonna let them settle
Living up a beat
On the street 
with a seat
And diving in a pool
reserved for me
Im the king of west
So you folks from the 
East Just watch me

Chorus
Stayin On the low, Hoe
Stayin On the low

Verse Two
All these hatahz
On us playaz
Betta give us room before
I call the paintaz
Smart as a chip
And im reactive now
Gonna let them settle on a
5 bit sound wow
Givin us trouble, be there on the double
Cos im tired of all these gangstas in my face
Two blue, three red, green and more
These bitches cant even read a god damn drum score
Lets here you call out my name
Im Johnny D Y'all