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

We it down
block to block, to scale this town
From crooked cops to, dope spots, all
Uhh, hot poles to six of strawberries
Hood's tight Fort Knox, runnin thru military
Attitudes, even try it, Tek 9's
AK's, will be in a riot
as kept, we creep, put you to sleep
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac keep spittin
Killers they cheat *?that they
Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T's ground
187's, 211's is for the
No ..... kiddin, caps get in the city
E's bringin you the
we sell, oh, from Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit
Blunt smokin, ta dash from the C-P-D
Do or die for the wicked Westside, who's the
Fake the West as I pound it on my
Compton is we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you my way?
"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, county bound, wit the hot 9's
slam my face 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, I tote, is my daily day mission
get caught up in the rapture
Wit the murderous that they after
Young guns, dumpin to it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin
dem 9 mill's rockin
No place is this place I dwell, cross states
House Compton mates
Tossed souls get
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was
Musta been my
Blast to the face so they get the best of me
To a big fat grip (grip)
Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we dip
Come test me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it
.44 Mag will definitely keep you
We back
Them 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 chest (So waddup?)
To the West, my Gz, uhh
all day, Compton all day
G'yeah (come on, uhh, on, uhh)

Our "Do or Die", we specialise in
hittin switches and dumpin fools in
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
Domes get delivered on
Hot heat from under the seat, you better stagger
My Uzi a tonne
Stomp and Compton 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
true to the streets, so Gz get it straight
It just got to be way
For my Gz that's, why
around, to put the buck down
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell
We on the daily
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 your
And we ain't no names, uhh
Compton, uhh,
Buck em down, buck em
em, brrrgh, uhh