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

We puttin it
from to block, to scale this town
From crooked cops to, spots, all around
Uhh, hot poles to six of strawberries
tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru military
Attitudes, don't try it, Tek 9's
AK's, will be stored in a
as kept, we creep, put you to sleep
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11's spittin
Killers cheat *?that they ass?*
Punk one-times gaffle to my Tiny T's battle ground
187's, 211's is for the
No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the
E's you the bomba
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 wicked Westside, the best?
Fake the West as I it on my chest
is where we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you come my
"Get Revenge" is the
Crack to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottles

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

Homies, we're bound, wit the hot 9's
One-time slam my to the ground
Hot can you set you up
Hollow points, hit the car when, Compton Gz bust
(Who) stand my definition?
Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my day mission
get caught up in the rapture
Wit the murderous styles that they
guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin
Keep dem 9 rockin
No is this place I dwell, cross every states
House Compton cell
souls get torn
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was
Musta my destiny
Blast to the so they won't get the best of me
To make a big fat (grip)
Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we dip
Come test me, don't do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag will definitely keep you
We back
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 your chest, my Gz, to your (So waddup?)
To the West, my Gz, uhh
all day, Compton 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 like a poem
Put that down like Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I ya
get delivered on platters
Hot from under the seat, fools you better stagger
My Uzi a tonne
Stomp and claimin from, g'yeah, day one
I got to thank God
for puttin me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and
For life, for life and not for this rap
Stay to the streets, so Gz get it straight
It just got to be way
For my Gz that's, why
sneaks around, to put the buck
24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell down
We clown on the
try and fade the West 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 chest
And we sayin no names, uhh
Compton, uhh,
Buck em down, buck em
em, brrrgh, uhh