Intro



You can hear it bumpin' through the door,

There's a party jumpin' on the floor,

And the way it soundin' there is no doubt,

That the west coast is in yo' moooouuuttthh.



Verse 1:



It's all gravy, petty cash never phase me

So pull me a shot of 'gnac & purple haze me

I'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazy

Pork rind pays me work that youll never get cuz your lazy

Glock hugga, the hood raised me (Inglewood!)

And she wont be happy till she lays me

No! you never seem to amaze me

So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me

My names walkin like a street king

Cuz I mixed the hoo-bang thing with the bling-bling

A whole lot of haters out there I see

But I flip em all of and keep doin' my thing

I'm a floss about it with my Inglewood swing

Rocked out from my ear down to my pinky ring

Now ding-ding let the bell ring

and if its drama you want then it drama I bring sing



Chorus



Verse 2:You know this cash is just small potatoes

No names, cuz this is addressed to all the haters

From the wood there is none greater

Mack the headlinin' and y'all just spectators

Remember the "Fo' Life?" i put the 'wood in it

And looked out for you when your own hood didn't

And plus you forgot who was payin' yo bills

Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal

For me y'all be piddly rhymin

You got the hustle game backwards and nickle and dimin'

Both hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'em

And yo' group ain't been heard of past the bottles

I play with 'em on my turf and mingle with my g's

And i got one word to say

What Please?

Chicken walk, y'all ain't nothin but a feather in my wing

And all this hatin' mean I'm doin my thing sing



Chorus



Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night

On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life

Hoo-bang, hoo-ride, all day, all night

On Dubs, up high, Westside, fo life





Verse 3



Now tell me, is it the duece-1's on the Bentley

The lowriders that matchin' is that why you resent me?

That smile on yo face, and act so friendly

Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy

Say Bro? What kind of the game is that?

You got ways of a dame and how lame is that?

Act like a groupie around strange cats

And its strange, you don't have any shame in that

I got yo car playboy and I ain't trippin'

You know me, just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin'

Get through by punches, no name and tippin'

Let it ride on the Harley, and '64 dippin'

Stay real about my screel if you know what I mean

I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green

Avoid the haters, and before the party sing

Cop the rock from the D R and make the hood dream sing



Chorus x2



Mack 1 0 hoo-bangin fo life

And i don't quit

Take a picture trick

Yeah, Take a picture trick

It might make you rich

Westside Riders! Baby!

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