Westside 'g' Style

歌詞

(Big Unc) As I ride in this Westside sunshine Duckin from the one time, while playa haters wanna straight run mine Into the ground cause they're full of hate Cant stand to see a brother up and steadily pushin weight But as long as I have breath Ima claim His name And realize through the blood of Christ I can change the game Connect thangz in a spiritual realm Reject flames in a physical hell No longer a victim of the circumstance Been given a key, set free, best believe we're gonna dance Rr gangsta boogie, or whatever you wanna call it Tweak my body to the side, up and down just like hydraulics So lets see if we can hop hop hop it Then drop drop drop it, when the 3rd wheel locks it And hit em up wit that holy g funk Get the Westside pump when your homie Big Unc dumps Upon a track that my brotha supplied Bout to go nationwide, so lets ride to da (Chorus) Dub to the E to S T side Westside, right right Dub to the E to S T side G style riders ride (Big Unc) Breaker 1 9 we got a hit and run Its Big Unc on that 210 swervin and havin fun Runnin over haters in life like a mac truck Gotta be a playa for Christ so Satan back up Ima make sure that you know when I flow I be hittin corners Flossin on threes is how I be sittin on daytonas Wit a gold cross and a herringbone on my neck Keep tha Lord upon my chest and Satan's monkeys on my back And everyday its seems to me to be a struggle Livin in this world of trouble got me stuck inside a concrete jungle Throwin up sets of ten I'm gettin bigger Shadow boxin wit my past again not tell me how you figga That real Gs dont last that long In a city wit no pity, now you know you gotta be head strong Until that day when I see all of God's children smile Its Big Unc puttin down straight Gospo style (Chorus) (Bridge) Meet me on the Westside Meet me on the Westside Meet me on the Westside Meet me on the Westside Meet me on the Westside And we can slide slide slippedy slide Forget about your problems and your jobbie job And just sail along (Big Unc) Time to represent from that westside do or die That the past, son now tell me who am I (you'za gangsta) They must have told ya, Ima God's army gangsta and a front line soldier Dont wear no suits, dress clothes or bow ties Knocks on folks doors or tryin to sell bean pies Instead we're a R.A.W. breed of Christians Righteous Annoited Warriors on a mission From the most high, our heavenly father up above Pet me on this earth to show the ghetto his love But now some how the world has taken us as weak Because they read the scriptures that we turn the other cheek But we do this out of love, not because we're weak Besides the devil can't hang or even dare compete Wit this heavy hard style of mine A head snipper, problem ender, knockin demons outside of time So make way for the holy gospo funk that I bring And grab your cross, save the lost and teach the world to sing (Chorus)