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G'yeah, how we gon' get on this (Westside)
Uh, my homey in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)
I da foes in the house (There's pork in the house)
MC Eiht in the house,
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 it down
from block to block, to scale this
From crooked cops to, dope spots, all
Uhh, hot poles to six folds of
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin 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, ass Mac 11's keep 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, get peeled in the city
E's you the bomba
Ragtops we sell, oh, from to Alandra
in my 6-tre wit Eazy-E
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 sacks to, pull jacksta, St.Ives bottles

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

Homies, we're bound, wit the hot 9's
One-time my face to the ground
Hot can you set you up
Hollow points, hit the car when, them Gz bust
(Who) can't my definition?
Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my day mission
Kids get up in the rapture
Wit the murderous styles they after
Young guns, dumpin to it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin
Keep dem 9 mill's
No place is place I dwell, cross every states
House cell mates
Tossed souls get
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was
Musta my destiny
Blast to the face so they won't get the 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 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 chest, my Gz, to your chest (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
hittin switches and dumpin fools in
If it's on, it's on,
Player hatin, run your organisation a poem
Put that down like James Brown, I
Hey fool, I ya
Domes get delivered on
Hot heat from the seat, fools you better stagger
My Uzi a tonne
and claimin Compton from, g'yeah, day one
Sometimes I got to God
for me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and sqwuab
For life, Compton for and not for this rap
Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it
It just got to be way
For my Gz that's, why
around, to put the buck down
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, the hell down
We on the daily
Others try and fade the West but they 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, em down
em, brrrgh, uhh