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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 da foes in the house (There's pork in the house)
MC in the house, g'yeah
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
from to block, to scale this town
From crooked cops to, spots, all around
Uhh, hot poles to six of strawberries
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, thru military
Attitudes, even try it, Tek 9's
AK's, will be in a riot
Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to
No bull-essin, ass Mac 11's keep spittin
they cheat *?that they ass?*
Punk gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle ground
187's, is for the paper
No ..... kiddin, caps get in the city
E's bringin you the
Ragtops we sell, oh, from to Alandra
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit
Blunt smokin, ta dash from the C-P-D
Do or die for the Westside, who's the best?
Fake the West as I pound it on my
is where we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you my way?
"Get Revenge" is the
sacks 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, them Compton Gz
(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 after
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 mates
Tossed souls get
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was
Musta been my
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
test me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag will definitely you stumpin
We again
Them killers 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 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 in ditches
If it's on, it's on,
Player hatin, run your like a poem
Put that down like James Brown, I
Hey fool, I ya
get delivered on platters
Hot heat from the seat, fools you better stagger
My Uzi weighs a
Stomp and claimin from, g'yeah, day one
I got to thank God
for me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and sqwuab
For life, Compton for 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
sneaks around, to put the buck
24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell down
We on the daily
Others try and fade the West but 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