West Up!

Yeah

I'm with this, what we throwin' up?

All you busta ass **** out there

I got my muthafuckin' homeboys in the house

My ****, Ice Cube, Mack 10

Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass ****

Who trip, this how we do it, ****

Front, back, side to side

We be givin' it up till the day we die

**** hittin' me up, I'ma have to erupt

So, muthafucka, West Up

Front, back, side to side

We be givin' it up till the day we die

**** hittin' me up, I'ma have to erupt

So, muthafucka, West Up

****, clear the lane, here I come once again

With this gangsta clique, droppin' this gangsta shit

Strictly for the riders who ride us like outta West Side

A rhymer for them **** that's sittin' on them Dayton wires

Pump the bass, hit the switch

'Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10 and Dub-C, back up in this bitch

Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin' back

Ink in my flesh, "WestSide" tatted on my chest

Walkin' with the shadow of death

Through the land of the skanless, South Central, Los Angeles

Home of the Crips and the Bloods

Where even the strongest **** is drug through the mud

And visitors from out of town, best to stay in Hollywood

You get that tourist ass ganked, strollin' through my hood

West Coast till the casket drop

I be throwin' it up, so, muthafucka, West Up

It's gun-ho Mack one-oh, please, you can't fuck with these

Ice Cubes and Dub-C's is my G's

And hip hop, top three ****, the new bosses

Never slippin', 'cause we flossin', packin' Nina Rosses, ****

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

Shit, only killers, hoochie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed

On the turf where the real hogs dwell

Sewed up on the hood, the fattest boulders on the block for sale

Inglewood City, the throne I call home

**** be so bright, you might need your locs on

To bell through, it's fine, you're in with Mac 10

And I gotta confess up, ****, it's West Up

For life

Front, back, side to side

We be givin' it up till the day we die

**** hittin' me up, I'ma have to erupt

So, muthafucka, West Up

Front, back, side to side

We be givin' it up till the day we die

**** hittin' me up, I'ma have to erupt

So, muthafucka, West Up

Now I gotta 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, stocking masks, no hoodies

Christmas day, I'm in a tre

While some of you **** 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 fuck you think that the West was won?

Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash

No jokes, the land of locs and hunnid spokes

In the East, we can be brothers

But when you come to LA, watch ya motherfucking colors

West Up, ****

Front, back, side to side

We be givin' it up till the day we die

**** hittin' me up, I'ma have to erupt

So, muthafucka, West Up

Front, back, side to side

We be givin' it up till the day we die

**** hittin' me up, I'ma have to erupt

So, muthafucka, West Up

Give it up, give it up like a ****, James Brown

Me and my **** are puttin' it down

So bustas be wary, 'cause see, we represent the city

Where **** caught slippin' is left with their brains drippin'

City of the angels, more like a concrete jungle

Full of Mack's Cadillacs and crack sacks

I pledge allegiance to the shit till I die

So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide

Front, back, side to side

We be givin' it up till the day we die

**** hittin' me up, I'ma have to erupt

So, muthafucka, West Up

Front, back, side to side

We be givin' it up till the day we die

**** hittin' me up, I'ma have to erupt

So, muthafucka, West Up

Westside