Ice Cube - West Up! lyrics

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!!!