West-syy-eed



Huh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at

I been down South countin my marbles nigga

But I got two sides

Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area, I mean the Westside

With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz

Westside Connection, Ice Cube, W.C., and Mack 10

Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It



Its the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you, W double-oh D

See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes

Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style

I throw my set up, I ret up, Nigga I break up

No hollow points so I don't jam tha tec up, dog

I put tha Cavi all day to parlay, when niggaz trip I spray

Then is anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizit

Who wanna fuck wit it, since tha World is a ghetto

looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murder

Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate

Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue

I gets my drop on, I regulate the turf I stomp on

Everytime I see some I grabs me gun

Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from

Boom boom bang on I bust back, fuck that

Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat

I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin

Westside niggaz for life, it's gangbangin



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Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag

44 mag, throwin up flags

If you Bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slangin

Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin



What do I got get high for, what would I lie for

And what would I die for

Westside is the best side you got to know

Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about

Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?

It ain't no rules when