Master P - Bangin' lyrics

(feat. 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 It?s 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 wanna 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 thru 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 it?ll 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 C-lite I?m 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, spreaded 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, I?m 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