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WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you ass niggaz out there
I got my motherfuckin in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back side to
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once
With this, gangsta click, this, gangsta shit
for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz sittin on them Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the and the Bloods
even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in
You get tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood
West coast the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so West Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't
Just respect and everything I can't I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs
Sewed up the hood, the fattest on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your on
to through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I confess up, nigga this West Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta you how the West coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, a glock
And I'm hittin you up, that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the
No gold teeth, you a wreath
So hand me the goodies, mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the reindeer and a sleigh
We don't it five-oh, we call it one time
my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the you think that the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be
But you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
West Up!

Verse WC
it up, give it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my are puttin it down
So bustas be wary see we represent the city
Where niggaz caught slippin is left they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete
full of Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the shit I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the

WestSide!!!
("Throwin up the W")