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throwin up the w ice cube x
yeah i’m with this what we throwin up
throwin up the w ice cube
all you busta ass niggas out there
i got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house throwin up the w
my nigga ice cube throwin up the w mack 0
back to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggas
who trip this how we do it nigga
wc
front back side to side
we be givin it up till the day we die
niggas hit me up i’mma have ta erupt
so motherfucker west up
repeat x
one wc
nigga clear the lane here i come once again
with this gangsta click droppin this gangsta shit
strictly for the riders who ride us i gotta westsider
rhymer for them niggas that’s sittin on them dayton wires
pump the bass hit the switch
cause ice cube mack 0 and dubc back up in this biitch
straight hoodsta for life ain’t no lookin back
ink in my flesh westside tattoed 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 niggas 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 motherfucker west up
two mack 0
it’s gun ho mack one0 please you can’t fuck wit deez
ice cubez and dubceez is my g’z
and hiphop top three niggas the new bosses
never slippin cause we flosses packin nina rosses
nigga 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
shit only killers hoochie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
on the turf where the real hogs dwell
sewed up the hood the fattest boulders on the block for sale
inglewood city the throne i call home
niggas be so bright you might need your locs on
to bell through it’s fin you’re in with mack 0
and i gotta confess up nigga this west up for life
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 ws
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 niggas got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
we don’t call it fiveoh 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 fuck you think that the west was won
now shit 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 la watch your motherfuckin colors
west up nigga
four wc
give it up give it up
like the nigga james brown me and my niggas are puttin it down
so bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
where niggas 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 shit till i die
mack 0 so let the fivetwenty slide and put it down from the westside
westside
throwin up the w
Artist: Wc The Maad Circle
Year: 1995
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 351