This is going out to the whole wide Westside
Know what I'm saying?
Yeah, break it down for me
Steady mobbin', rock rock on
I was just a young boy living in the Hub City
Eastside Compton, G
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy had everybody yelling out
Boy, you can't believe
Remember Ice-T had the power
Getting gunshots licking by the hour
When Too $hort bumped in every Super Sport
And told us all how to ride for the West Coast
To my peoples in the Hemi, where you at?
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say?
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around
We got the whole world locked down
Going on and on, it don't stop, and won't stop
Can't stop, either ride or die
That's why I put it down for the Westside
Didn't seem that long ago (Oh no)
We was stealing 40's out the liquor store (Oh no)
Mama started tripping so it's time to go
Mob to the park with the locsters
Everybody broke so it's roaches
DJ Quik was the lick
Had everybody trying to be from the CPT
Y'all remember?
One time tried to clown
We had to burn the whole thing down
One time for my homies in incarceration
I blaze a dime with you for having lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children
Three times for my homies that done passed away
I tip some gin for you and pray for better days
One day, everything's gonna be fine
But until that day, my only reply
Is "Westside 'til I die"
To my peoples in the Hemi, where you at?
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say?
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around
We got the whole world locked down
Going on and on, it don't stop, and won't stop
Can't stop, either ride or die
Got to give it up for the Westside
From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard
All I see is low-lives in mob cars, Daytons and Five Stars
All the true hoes is hitting switches with all the finest riches
Of course the bombest chickens, don't get it twisted
Ask me what's a real G?
Show me a nigga scrapping back against the
Wall until his knuckles bleed (Knuckles bleed)
Screaming death to all our enemies and those who don't believe
West Coast living be the best to me
One time for my homies in incarceration
I blaze a dime with you for having lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some love for all you little ghetto children
Three times for my homies that done passed away
I tip some gin for you and pray for better days
One day everything's gonna be fine
But until that day, my only reply
Is "Westside 'til I die"
To my peoples in the Hemi, where you at?
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say?
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around
We got the whole world locked down
Going on and on, it don't stop, and won't stop
Can't stop, either ride or die
You gotta give it up for the Westside
Dedicated to Eric "Eazy-E" Wright and 2Pac Shakur
Rest in peace, homies
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