Westside (TQ)

This is goin' out
To the whole wide Westside
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Break it down for me
Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on

I was just a young boy livin' in the Up City
Eastside Compton, G
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy
Had every nigga talkin' 'bout, Boy, you can't fuck with me
Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee)
Hearin' gunshot lickin' by the hour
When Too $hort bumpin' every supersport
And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast

To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop the rideda
That's why I put it down for the Westside

Didn't seem that long ago (Oh, no)
We were stealin' forties out the liquor store (Oh, no)
Mama started trippin', so it's time to go
Out to the park with the locsters
Hah, everybody broke smokin' roaches
DJ Quik was da shit
Had every nigga claimin' he was from the CPT
Ya' remember
One time tried to clown
We had to burn this bitch on down

One time for my niggas in incarceration
I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children
Three times for my niggas that done passed away
I tip some gin for you and pray for better days
One day everything's gonna be fine
But until that day my only reply
Is Westside till I die

To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda
Got to give it up for the Westside

From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard
All I see is lowlows in mob cars, datin's and Five stars
All the true hoes is hittin' switches with all the finest riches
Of course the bombest bitches, don't get it twisted
Ask me what's a real G
Show me a nigga scrappin' back
Against the wall until his knuckles bleed (Knuckles bleed)
Screamin' death to all our enemies and those who don't believe
West Coast livin' be da shit to me

One time for my niggas in incarceration (Ooh, yeah)
I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some love for all you little ghetto children
Three times for my niggas that done passed away
I tip some gin for you and pray for better days
One day everything's gonna be fine
But until that day my only reply
Is Westside till I die

To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day (All day), every day (Every day)
Any damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on (Goin' on and on)
It don't stop (And on and on), won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda 

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