West Up!

Wessyde fa life in ya
Throwin' up the W  throwin' up the W
Yeah  I'm with this  what we throwin' up
Throwin up the W
All you busta a** niggaz out there
I got my motherf**kin' homeboys in the house
My ni**a Ice Cube  Mack 10
Back to set the record straight
For all these busta a** niggaz
Who trip  this how we do it ni**a
Front back  side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up  I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Front back  side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up  I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Ni**a clear the lane  here I come once again
With this  gangsta click  droppin' this  gangsta sh*t
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta west sider
Rhymer for them niggaz 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 B I itch
Straight hoodsta for life  ain't no lookin' back
Ink in my flesh  west side tattered on my chest
Walkin' with the shadow of death through the land
Of the skankless  south central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz 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**ker west up
It's gun ho mack one oh please  you can't f**k wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop  top three niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin' 'cause we flosses  packin' Nina Ross'
Ni**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*t only killers hootchie b**ches 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
Niggaz 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  ni**a this west up for life
Front back  side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up  I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Front back  side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up  I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
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 niggaz 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**k you think that the west was won
Now sh*t 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**kin' colors west up  ni**a
Front back  side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up  I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Front back  side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up  I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Give it up  give it up like the ni**a James Brown
Me and my niggaz are puttin' it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where niggaz 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*t till I die
So let the five-twenty slide
And put it down from the west side
Front back  side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up  I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Front back  side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up  I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
West side
Throwin' up the W