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G'yeah, how we get on this one? (Westside)
Uh, my Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)
I da foes in the house (There's pork 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
block to block, to scale this town
From cops to, dope spots, all around
Uhh, hot to six folds of strawberries
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin military
Attitudes, don't try it, Tek 9's
AK's, will be stored in a
Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to
No bull-essin, ass Mac 11's keep spittin
they cheat *?that they ass?*
Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle
187's, is for the paper
No ..... kiddin, caps get in the city
E's you the bomba
Ragtops we sell, oh, Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit
Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the
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
Crack sacks to, 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
One-time slam my face to the
Hot can you set you up
Hollow points, hit the car when, them Gz bust
(Who) can't stand my
Murders I wrote, I tote, is my daily 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 mill's
No place is this I dwell, cross every states
House Compton cell
souls get torn
1-5-9, I us the day I was born
Musta my destiny
Blast to the face so won't get the best of me
To a big fat grip (grip)
Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we dip
Come me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag definitely keep you stumpin
We back
Them killers from the
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
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 it's on, it's on,
Player hatin, run your organisation like a
Put that down James Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I ya
Domes get on platters
Hot heat from under the seat, you better stagger
My Uzi weighs a
Stomp and claimin from, g'yeah, day one
Sometimes I got to God
for puttin me in the of the land, where homies buck and sqwuab
For life, for life 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 down
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell
We clown on the
try and fade the West but they must be crazy
I'm

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