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点击复制Wessyde fa life in ya
Throwin' up the W throwin' up the W
Yeah I'm with this what we throwin' up
Throwin up the W
All you busta a** niggaz out there
I got my motherf**kin' homeboys in the house
My ni**a Ice Cube Mack 10
Back to set the record straight
For all these busta a** niggaz
Who trip this how we do it ni**a
Front back side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Front back side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Ni**a 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 west sider
Rhymer for them niggaz 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 west side tattered on my chest
Walkin' with the shadow of death through the land
Of the skankless south central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggaz is ** through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist a** ganked strollin' through my hood
West coast till the casket drop
I be throwin' it up so motherf**ker west up
It's gun ho mack one oh please you can't f**k wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop top three niggaz the new bosses
Never slippin' 'cause we flosses packin' Nina Ross'
Ni**a 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**ches 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
Niggaz 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 ni**a this west up for life
Front back side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Front back side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
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 niggaz 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**k 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**kin' colors west up ni**a
Front back side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Front back side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Give it up give it up like the ni**a James Brown
Me and my niggaz are puttin' it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where niggaz 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
So let the five-twenty slide
And put it down from the west side
Front back side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
Front back side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt
So motherf**ker west up
West side
Throwin' up the W