This is going out to the whole wide Westside,

know what I'm sayin, yeah,

brake it down for me,

steady mop rock, rock on



I was just a young boy living the hood city (eastside Compton G)

back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy had every nigga talkin about

boy you can't fuck with me remember Ice T had the power (oh,we)

hear gunshots clickin by the hour

With Too $hort bumpin every supersport and

taught us all how to ride for the West coast



To my people's 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 whatcha say

all day every day any damn day

take a look around we got the whole world locked down

Going on and on and don't stop won't stop, can't stop the rideda

That's why I put it down for the Westside



Didn't seem that long ago (oh,no)

We were stealin 40's out the liquor store(oh,no)

momma started trippin so it's time to go

out to the park wit the locsters (huh)

everybody broke smokin roaches.

D.J. Quick was the shit had every nigga clamin

he was from the CPT

ya remember one time tried to clown

we had to burn this bitch on down.



One time for niggas in incarceration

I blaze a dime for you for havin lots of patience

Two times for my sisters at the county building

I got some westside love for all your ghetto children

Three times for my niggas that have passed away

I tip some gin for you and pray for better days

One day everything's going to be fine,

but until that day my only reply is Westside till I die.



Hook

To my people's 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 whatcha say

all day every day any damn day

take a look around we got the whole world locked down

Going on and on and don't stop won't stop, can't stop the rideda

Got to give it up to the Westside.



From Crenshaw to Foothill Blvd. all I see is

rollers in my cars, datings in Five stars

All the true hogs is hittin switches and

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 scraping back

against the wall until his knuckles bleed. (knuckles bleed)

Screaming death to all my enemies

and those who don't believe

Westcoast living be the shit to me



One time for niggas in incarceration

I blaze a dime for you for havin lots of patience

Two times for my sisters at the county building

I got some westside love for all your ghetto children

Three times for my niggas that have passed away

I tip some gin for you and pray for better days

One day everything's going to be fine,

but until that day my only reply is Westside till I die.



To my people's 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 whatcha say

all day every day any damn day

take a look around we got the whole world locked down

Going on and on (and on and on) and don't stop won't stop, can't stop

the rideda, You got to give it up for the Westside



To my people's if you wit me where you at (wooooo)

throw your dubs in the air

wave them like you just don't care

From L.A. to the bay whatcha say

all day every day any damn day

take a look around we got the whole world locked down

Going on and on (and on and on and on and on) and

don't stop won't stop, can't stop the rideda

La,da,da,da,da,



To my people's 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 whatcha say

all day every day any damn day

take a look around we got the whole world locked down

Going on and on (and on and on) and don't stop won't stop, can't stop

the rideda, TQ going to give it up to the Westside



To my people's 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 whatcha say

all day every day any damn day

take a look around we got the whole world locked down

Going on and on (and on and on) and don't stop won't stop, can't stop

the rideda, Gotta give it up to the Westsiiiiiddde



Dedicated to Eric "Eazy E" Wright, Tupac Shakur

Rest in Peace... homies