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TQ
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| Westside
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This is goin out
To the whole wide Westside
Know what Im sayin?
Yeah
Break it down for me
Steady Mobbin (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 nigga talkin bout, "Boy, you cant with me"
Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee)
Hearin gunshot lickin by the hour
When Too %24hort ???fought in every super sport???
And told us all how to ride for the West Coast
To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the air
And wave em like you just dont 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 dont stop, wont stop, cant stop
You could ride or die
Thats why I put it down for the Westside
It would seem that long ago (Oh, no)
We were stealin forties out the liquor store (Oh, no)
Mama started trippin, so its time to go
Mob to the park with the locsters
Everybody broke smokin roaches
DJ Quik was the
Had every nigga claimin he was from the CPT
Yall remember
One time tried to clown
We had to burn this 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 everythings gonna be fine
But until that day my only reply
Is "Westside till I die"
To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the air
And wave em like you just dont 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 dont stop, wont stop, cant stop
You could ride or die
Got to give it up for the Westside
From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard
All I see is lolos in mob cars, Daytons and Five Stars
All the true hes is hittin switches with all the finest riches
Of course the bombest, dont get it twisted
Ask me whats 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 dont believe
West Coast livin be the shes 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 everythings gonna be fine
But until that day my only reply
Is "Westside till I die"
To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the air
Wave em like you just dont 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 dont stop (And on and on), wont
stop, cant stop
You could ride or die
You got to give it up for the Westside
To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at (Whoa whoa whoa)
Throw your gloves in the air, wave em like you just dont care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
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 dont stop (And on and on), wont
stop (And on and on), cant stop
You could ride or die
La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the air
Wave em like you just dont 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, it dont stop, wont stop, cant stop
You could ride or die
TQ gon give it up for the Westside
To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the air
Wave em like you just dont 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 dont stop, wont stop, cant stop
You could ride or die
Got to give it up for the Westside |
Eingetragen |
08.Jun.2001 14:06:34 |
Letzer Aufruf |
23.May.2004 20:05:44 |
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