Boogie - Westside lyrics

[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