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G'yeah, how we gon' get on one? (Westside)
Uh, my Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)
I said da in the house (There's pork in the house)
MC in the house, g'yeah
And this how we down (The new style in the house)
To the West, my Gz, to the
To your chest, my Gz, to your

We it down
from to block, to scale this town
From crooked cops to, spots, all around
Uhh, hot poles to six folds of
Hood's like Fort Knox, runnin thru military
Attitudes, don't try it, Tek 9's
AK's, be stored in a riot
as kept, we creep, put you to sleep
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11's keep
Killers they cheat they ass?*
Punk one-times to my homey Tiny T's battle ground
187's, 211's is for the
No ..... kiddin, get peeled in the city
E's bringin you the
Ragtops we sell, oh, from Compton to
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit
Blunt smokin, tryin ta from the C-P-D
Do or die for the Westside, who's the best?
the West as I pound it on my chest
Compton is we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you my way?
"Get Revenge" is the
sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottles

G'yeah on, uhh
To the West, my Gz, to the
(Uhh, g'yeah, it down for 9-6)

Homies, county bound, wit the hot 9's
One-time slam my face to the
Hot can you set you up
Hollow points, hit the car when, them Gz bust
(Who) stand my definition?
Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day
Kids get up in the rapture
Wit the murderous that they after
Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta sockin
dem 9 mill's rockin
No place is this place I dwell, every states
House Compton mates
Tossed souls get
1-5-9, I us the day I was born
Musta been my
Blast to the face so won't get the best of me
To make a big fat (grip)
of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip
Come me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag will definitely you stumpin
We again
killers from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
I'm

G'yeah, (Where we goin?)
To the West, my Gz, to the (To where?)
Uhh, to chest, my Gz, to your chest (So waddup?)
To the West, my Gz, uhh
Compton all day, all day
G'yeah (come on, uhh, on, uhh)

Our motto's "Do or Die", we in
switches and dumpin fools in ditches
If on, it's on, regulatin
Player hatin, run your organisation like a
Put that down like Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I ya
Domes get on platters
Hot from under the seat, fools you better stagger
My Uzi weighs a
and claimin Compton from, g'yeah, day one
Sometimes I got to God
for puttin me in the middle of the land, homies buck and sqwuab
For life, Compton for and not for this rap
Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it
It got to be that way
For my Gz that's, why
sneaks around, to put the buck
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the down
We clown on the
Others try and fade the but they must be crazy
I'm

G'yeah (Hey, on)
To the West, my Gz, to the
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your
And we ain't no names, uhh
Compton, uhh,
Buck em down, buck em
em, brrrgh, uhh