[Hook: Boogie]
Westside n***a, westside n***a
‘TIll the d**h my n***a, I'm a rep my n***a
That's a set my n***a, I'm a westside n***a
Westside n***a, westside n***a
‘TIll the d**h my n***a, I'm a rep my n***a
I'm a westside n***a, westside n***a
Westside n***a, I got love for the north, east, south
But I'm a westside n***a
I'm a westside n***a, westside n***a, westside n***a
[Verse 1: Boogie]
Westside n***a, but you deaf my n***a
Disrespect my n***a, catch a wet my n***a
You can bet my n***a, bang, bang, bang, bang
I'm with the seven teal snake eyes, I bet I make you crap out
You ain't tripping in the club off the molly, probably finna get us packed out
Ask about Boogie, you could ask about Boogie
Did they ever tell you that I act sweet
How ironic, we was running n***as fades if we seen them at the track meet
Being a p**y is still a bad look
Don't get no gun if you just scared to get your a** whooped
Last look at my brody before they took him
Didn't even read his rights before they booked him
How illiterate, my n***as thick, we out here thuggin'
And most my n***as crips, that's different sh** but I ain't judgin'
But they know n***a this that other side sh**, I'm still bloodin'
I know we ignorant, just picture it
‘Cause ya'll ain't coming to the motherf**in' westside
[Hook]
[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]
I'm a westside n***a
Looney gangstas be the set my n***a
Disrespect my n***a, leave you stretched my n***a
Try to hit the deck my n***a
Cutthroat gang and we coming at your neck my n***a
Don't take it as a threat my n***a
‘Cause you ain't one
You just another body, when the tape come
Your homies coming for the gift bag
But we hit them where they miss at
More bodies dropping and we did that
MAC-11 [?], push a p**y n***a wig back
Aston Matthews in the Aston Martin
With the trigger sparking and the fingers crossing
Bring the choppers, bring the coffins
Somebody get the reaper off him
Get to tripping and we off him
That's what happens when you lost it
That westside n***a, that westside n***a
Yeah we living in hell moving work if it fit on the scale
Put in work for a ticket to jail
Making sense of the madness
So I clean the b**hes spill blood on my canvas
From the westside, to the [?]
West coast n***a we back in