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
hook
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
hook
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
hook
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