Intro: WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta a** n***az out there
I got my motherf**in homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My n***a Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta a** n***az
who trip, this how we do it n***a
Chorus: WC
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
n***az hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt
So motherf**er West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse One: WC
n***a clear the lane, here I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta sh**
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them n***az that's sittin on them Dayton wires
Pump the ba**, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of d**h
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest n***az is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist a** ganked strollin through my hood
West coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so motherf**er West Up!
Verse Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't f** wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three n***az the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
n***a, thought you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches
sh** only k**ers hootchie b**hes and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call home
n***az be so bright, you might need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, n***a this West Up! for life
Chorus
Verse Three: Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West
No gold teeth, you gets a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
Christmas day, I'm in a tre
While some of you n***az got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We don't call it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine weighs a ton
How the f** you think that the West was won?
Now sh** can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be brothers
But when you come to L.A., watch your motherf**in colors
West Up! n***a
Chorus
Verse Four: WC
Give it up, give it up
Like the n***a James Brown, me and my n***az are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where n***az caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle
full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the sh** till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide
Chorus
WestSide!!!