We'll see if we leave So mother***er, what's up? Front, back, side to side We'll be givin' it up till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So mother***er, what's up? Niggas clear the lane, here I come once again With this gangsta clique, droppin' this gangsta *** Strictly for the rider, two riders I got a facade, a rhyme up for them niggas that's sittin' on them bank wires Pump the bass, hit the switch Cause Ice Q, Mack 10, and Dub C's back up in this B, I hitch Straight hooked up for life, ain't no lookin' back Ink in my flesh, west side, jatted on my chest Walkin' with the shadow of death Through the land of the scandalous, South Central Los Angeles Home of the Crips and the Bloods Where even the strongest niggas is drugged through the mud And visitors from out of town, best to stay in Hollywood You get that tourist ass kick strollin' through my hood West coast to the casket drop I be throwin' it up, so mother***er, what's up? It's Gun Ho Mack 10, please, you can't *** with these Ice Q's and Dub C's is my G's In hip-hop, top three niggas, the new bosses Never slippin' cause we flosses, packin' in the roses, nigga Thought you knew how we do it, ain't a damn thing changed I'll wait on them thangs forever in a day, so back up Give me room, don't neglect, just respectin' everything I can't check, I wreck, now you can close out the buses and snitches Shed on the killers, hoochie bitches in hot hydraulic switches Aloud on the turf, what a real hogswell Sold up the hood to fattest boulders on the block for sale Inglewood City to throw my call home, niggas be so bright You might need your lopes on the bail loop And spend your end with Mack 10 And I gotta confess up, nigga, this West up for life Run back, side to side We be givin' it up to the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So, mother***er, West up Run back, side to side We be givin' it up to the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So, mother***er, West up Now I got to show you how the West Coast rocks No razor blades in my mouth, just a Glock And I'm hittin' you up with that WS The sun rises in the East, but it sets in the West No goatee, you get to reap So hand me the goodies, sock and mask, no hoodies Christmas Day, I'm in a train While some of you niggas got the wrong reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it 5-0, 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 *** you think that the West was won? Now *** can be squashed over a 40-ounce of backwash No jokes, Atlanta lopes and Hunnits, folks In the East, we can be brothers But when you come to L.A., watch your mother***in' colors West up, nigga, back Side to side, we be givin' it up Till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So mother***er, West up Front, back, side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So mother***er, West up Give it up, give it up Like a nigga James Brown Me and my niggas are puttin' it down So busters be wary, cause see we represent the city When niggas caught slippin' It's left with their brains drippin' City of the angels More like the concrete jungle Full of macks, Cadillacs, and crack sacks I pledge allegiance to the *** till I die So let the 520 slide And put it down from the West side Front, back, side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So mother***er, West up Front, back, side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So mother***er, West up Damn Damn Damn Damn West side