West up! – Ice Cube
Intro: WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
(“Throwin up the W” — Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I’m with this, what we throwin up?
(“Throwin up the W” — Ice Cube)
All you busta ass n_ggaz out there
I got my motherf_ckin homeboys in the house (“Throwin up the W”)
My n_gga Ice Cube (“Throwin up the W”), Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass n_ggaz
who trip, this how we do it n_gga
Chorus: WC
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
N_ggaz hit me up, I’ma have ta erupt
So motherf_cker West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse One: WC
N_gga 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 WestSider
rhymer for them n_ggaz 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, WestSide tattered 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 n_ggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta 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 motherf_cker West Up!
Verse Two: Mack 10
It’s gun ho Mack one-oh please you can’t f_ck wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G’z
And hip-hop, top three n_ggaz the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
N_gga, 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_tches 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
N_ggaz 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, n_gga this West Up! for life
Chorus
Verse Three: Ice Cube
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 n_ggaz 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_ck 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_ckin colors
West Up! n_gga
Chorus
Verse Four: WC
Give it up, give it up
Like the n_gga James Brown, me and my n_ggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where n_ggaz 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
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide
Chorus
WestSide!!!
(“Throwin up the W”)
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