Intro:



G'yeah how we gon' get on this one? (Westside)

Uh my homey Bird in the house (N O T R in the house)

I said da foes in the house (There's pork in the house)

MC Eiht in the house g'yeah

And this how we gettin down (The new style in the house)

To the West my Gz to the West

To your chest my Gz to your chest



We puttin it down

from block to block to scale this town

>From crooked cops to, dope spots, all around

Uhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberries

Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru military

Attitudes, don't even try it, Tek 9's

AK's, will be stored in a riot

Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to sleep

No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11's keep spittin

Killers they cheat *?that they ass?*

Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle ground

187's, 211's is for the paper

No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the city

E's bringin you the bomba

Ragtops we sell, oh, from Compton to Alandra

Cruisin in my 6-tre wit Eazy-E

Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the C-P-D

Do or die for the wicked Westside, who's the best?

Fake the West as I pound it on my chest

Compton is where we do it all day

G'yeah, bitch, oh why you come my way?

"Get Revenge" is the motto

Crack sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottles

Representin



G'yeah come on, uhh

To the West, my Gz, to the West

(Uhh, g'yeah, puttin it down for 9-6)



Homies, we're county bound, wit the hot 9's

One-time slam my face to the ground

Hot girls can you set you up

Hollow points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust

(Who) can't stand my definition?

Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day mission

Kids get caught up in the rapture

Wit the murderous styles that they after

Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin

Keep dem 9 mill's rockin

No place is this place I dwell, cross every states

House Compton cell mates

Tossed souls get torn

1-5-9, I represents us the day I was born

Musta been my destiny

Blast to the face so they won't get the best of me

To make a big fat grip (grip)

Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip

Come test me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin

.44 Mag will definitely keep you stumpin

We back again

Them killers from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N

I'm representin



G'yeah, (Where we goin?)

To the West, my Gz, to the West (To where?)

Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest (So waddup?)

To the West, my Gz, uhh

Compton all day, Compton all day

G'yeah (come on, uhh, come on, uhh)



Our motto's "Do or Die", we specialise in

hittin switches and dumpin fools in ditches

If it's on, it's on, regulatin

Player hatin, run your organisation like a poem

Put that down like James Brown, I got'cha

Hey fool, I shot ya

Domes get delivered on platters

Hot heat from under the seat, fools you better stagger

My Uzi weighs a tonne

Stomp and claimin Compton from, g'yeah, day one

Sometimes I got to thank God

for puttin me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and sqwuab

For life, Compton for life and not for this rap

Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it straight

It just got to be that way

For my Gz that's, why everyday

sneaks around, to put the buck down

Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell down

We clown on the daily

Others try and fade the West but they must be crazy

I'm representin



G'yeah (Hey, come on)

To the West, my Gz, to the West

Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest

And we ain't sayin no names, uhh

Compton, uhh, g'yeah

Buck em down, buck em down

Buck em, brrrgh, uhh