Westside (Radio Edit)

歌詞

This is going out To the whole wide Westside Know what I'm saying Yeah Break it down for me Steady Mobbin Rock rock on I was just a young boy living in the Up City Eastside Compton G Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy Had every nigga talking about Boy you can't fuck with me Remember Ice-T had the power Ooh wee Hearing gunshot licking by the hour When Too Short bumping every supersport And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast To my peoples if you wit' me where you at Throw your dubs in the air And wave them like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay what you say All day every day any damn day Take a look around we got the whole world locked down Going on and on it don't stop won't stop Can't stop the ride or die That's why I put it down for the Westside Didn't seem that long ago We were stealing forties out the liquor store Mama started tripping so it's time to go Out to the park with the locsters Everybody broke smoking roaches DJ Quik was da shit Had every nigga claiming he was from the CPT Ya' remember One time tried to clown We had to burn this bitch on down One time for my niggas in incarceration I blaze a dime with you for having lots of patience Two times for my sisters at the county building I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some gin for you and pray for better days One day everything's gonna be fine But until that day my only reply Is Westside till I die To my peoples if you wit' me where you at Throw your dubs in the air And wave them like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay what you say All day every day any damn day Take a look around we got the whole world locked down Going on and on it don't stop won't stop Can't stop you could ride or die Got to give it up for the Westside From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard All I see is lowlows in mob cars datin's and Five stars All the true hoes is hitting switches with all the finest riches Of course the bombest bitches don't get it twisted Ask me what's a real G Show me a nigga scrapping back Against the wall until his knuckles bleed Screaming death to all our enemies and those who don't believe West Coast living be to me One time for my niggas in incarceration I blaze a dime with you for having lots of patience Two times for my sisters at the county building I got some love for all you little ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some gin for you and pray for better days One day everything's gonna be fine But until that day my only reply Is Westside till I die To my peoples if you wit' me where you at Throw your dubs in the air Wave them like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay what you say All day every day Any damn day Take a look around we got the whole world locked down Going on and on It don't stop won't stop Can't stop you could ride or die You got to give it up for the Westside