Westside (Radio Edit)

Westside （西部） （Radio Edit） - TQ
This is going out to the whole wide Westside
Know you what i'm saying
Yeah break it down for me
Steady mob rock rock on
I was just a young boy
Livin in the hub city
Eastside Compton G
Back in the days
When Ice Cube and Eazy had every Ni**a
Talking 'bout boy you can't f**k with me
Remember Ice T had da power
Hearing gunshots lickin'by the hour
When Too Short bumped
In every supersport
And taught us all how to ride
For the West Coast
To my peoples if you with me
Where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
To From the LA Bay
What you say
All day everyday
Any damn day
Take a look around
We got the whole world locked down
Going on and on
It don't stop
Won't stop
Can't stop
Either ride or die
That's why i put it down for the westside
Didn't seem that long ago
Oh no
We were stealing 40's out the liquor store
Oh no
Mama started tripping so it's time to go
Up to the park with the locsta's
Everybody broke smokin'roaches
DJ Quik was the sh*t had
Every ni**a claiming
He was from the CPT
Ya'll remember one-time tried to clown
We had to burn this b* *ch on down
One time for my ni**as
In incarceration
I blaze a dime with you
For having lots of patience
Two times for my sista's
At the county building
I got some Westside love
For all you ghetto children
Three times for my ni**as
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
WESTSDIE TILL I DIE
To my peoples if you with me
Where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From LA to the Bay
What you say
All day everyday
Any damn day
Take a look around
We got the whole world locked down
Going on and on
It don't stop won't stop
Can't stop
Either ride or die
Gotta give it up for the Westside
From Crenshaw to Foothill Blvd
All i see are Lo Lo's and mob cars
Daytons and five stars
All the true hobs is hittin'switches
With all the finest riches of course
The bombest b**ches
Don't get it twisted
Ask me what's a real G
Show me a ni**a scrapping back
Against the wall until his knuckles bleed
Screaming death to all our enemies
And those who don't believe
WEST COAST LIVIN'BE
THE SH*T ME TO
One time for my ni**as in incarceration
I blaze a dime with you
For having lots of patience
Two times for my sista's
At the county building
I got some love for all you ghetto children
Three times for my ni**as
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 with me
Where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From LA to the Bay
What you say
All day everyday
Any damn day
Take a look around
We got the whole world locked down
Going on and on
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