[Featuring Westside Connection]
West syy eed
Huh n***az be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at
I been down South countin my marbles n***a
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherf**in West Coast Bad Boyz
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
n***a y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh D
See me, I take this g**n sh** to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret up, n***a I break up
No hollow points so I don't jam tha tec up, dog
I put tha Cavi all day to parlay, when n***az trip I spray
Then is anybody here all day, sh** I trizit to my clizit
Who want to f** wit it, since tha World is a ghetto
looks like I'm stuck wit it, k**a Cali is the state murder
Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
n***a 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, f** that
Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin
Westside n***az for life, it's g**nin
Chorus:
Red rag blue rag, watchin n***az sag
44 mag, throwin up flags
If you Bout it what you claimin, f** what you slangin
Ain't no tamin Westside g**nin
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 motherf**ers shot up my momma's house?
It ain't no rules when you ain't got
nuttin to lose, and a gang of tattoos
So throw ya muthaphukkin, set high in the air
If you don't care, to ride a wheelchair
Watch what hood you select
Many n***az get checked for the tat on they neck
We got the cannabis bombay, G ride Hyundai, ya best ta pray we don't
Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma through a gla** window
Up in L.A. before it was called South Central
Makin n***az like new statistics while bumpin my Stylistics, and
I'm locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngsta
Now I'm big and strong as Herman Munster
It's the set I threw up, tha only way ta go
It's the way i grew up, the only way I know, fa sho'
It ain't about Crip or Blood, and it¹ll never die
Because there's too much love
Chorus
High as a ki-zite tonite, rollin on my ci-zite
With that Dub-S to that see-lite
I¹m ready, but them n***az on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis g**n track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
n***a make way for this Neighborhood quickster
Raised in a system, gang affiliated
America, take a look at what you created
Started in a section, grew like an erection, spread like cancer
Now tha country's infected, g**nin world wide, beat the d**h pole
I guess the world really is a motherf**in ghetto
But Westside n***az are the craziest, that's why I'm keepin
My fingas on deez, loaded clips, cause we done served two of them men
Ain't no tellin what them n***az gone get
If they done try to retaliate
I can't sleep, cause d**h is lookin foe me
I can't shake tha jacket, too many n***az know me, Shazzam!!
I guess I'm in too deep, f** cullas, I¹m riddin over low term beef
Chorus 2X
Gang bangin, huh, Cube n***a wa**up, W.C., Mack 10, Master P
Gang bangin n***a, uhhhh, we rowdy, we Bout It Bout It
Told y'all n***az the Westside the best side
We gots sumpin foe all you hatas n***a regulate
Bringin the whole motherf**in west side, red blue together
Makin green n***a, makin green
Chorus
n***a it's all right ta be a G, Westside Connection
Live for red and blue, my n***a Masta P
But ain't no more God for us n***a
But we can live for that green
The legal way baby, the legal way
This song is dedicated, to everybody who fallen victim to g**nin
World wide Westside, real n***az of tha world unite