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G'yeah, how we gon' get on this (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 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 puttin it
from block to block, to this town
From cops to, dope spots, all around
Uhh, hot poles to six folds of
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru
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 11's spittin
Killers they *?that they ass?*
Punk one-times gaffle to my homey T's battle ground
187's, is for the paper
No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the
E's you the bomba
Ragtops we sell, oh, from to Alandra
in my 6-tre wit Eazy-E
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
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, it down for 9-6)

Homies, county 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) can't stand my
Murders I wrote, I tote, is my daily day mission
Kids get caught up in the
Wit the murderous styles that they
guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin
Keep dem 9 mill's
No is this place I dwell, cross every states
House cell mates
souls get torn
1-5-9, I us the day I was born
been my destiny
Blast to the so they won't get the best of me
To a big fat grip (grip)
of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip
Come test me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it
.44 Mag will definitely keep you
We again
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 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
switches and dumpin fools in ditches
If it's on, on, regulatin
Player hatin, run your organisation like a
Put that down like James Brown, I
Hey fool, I ya
get delivered on platters
Hot heat from under the seat, you better stagger
My Uzi a tonne
Stomp and claimin 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 just got to be 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 West but must be crazy
I'm

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