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Westside Lyrics By Tq

    this is goin’ out
    to the whole wide westside
    know what i’m 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 can’t fuck with me
    remember icet had the power ooh wee
    hearin’ gunshot lickin’ by the hour
    when too hort bumped in every supersport
    and told us all how to ride for the west coast

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    to my peoples if you hear me where you at throw your dubs in the air
    and wave ’em like you just don’t care
    from la 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 don’t stop won’t stop can’t stop
    you could ride or die
    that’s 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 it’s time to go
    mob to the park with the locstas
    everybody broke smokin’ roaches
    dj quik was the shit
    had every nigga claimin’ he was from the cpt
    y’all remember
    one time tried to clown
    we had to burn this bitch on down

    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 everything’s gonna be fine
    but until that day my only reply
    is westside till i die

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    to my peoples if you hear me where you at throw your dubs in the air
    and wave ’em like you just don’t care
    from la 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 don’t stop won’t stop can’t 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 hoes is hittin’ switches with all the finest riches
    of course the bombest bitches don’t get it twisted
    ask me what’s a real g
    show me a nigga scrappin’ back against the wall until his knuckles bleed
    screamin’ death to all our enemies and those who don’t believe
    west coast livin’ be the shit 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 everything’s gonna be fine
    but until that day my only reply
    is westside till i die

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    to my peoples if you hear me where you at throw your dubs in the air
    wave ’em like you just don’t care
    from la 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 don’t stop and on and on won’t
    stop can’t 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 whoawhoawhoa
    throw your gloves in the air wave ’em like you just don’t care
    from la 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 don’t stop and on and on won’t
    stop and on and on can’t 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 don’t care
    from la 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 don’t stop won’t stop can’t 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 dubs in the air
    wave ’em like you just don’t care
    from la 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 don’t stop won’t stop can’t stop
    you could ride or die
    got to give it up for the westside

    dedicated to eric eazye wright pac shakur
    rest in peace homies

    Artist: Tq

    Year: 1998

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 458