Westside

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Westside

Westside ni***, westside ni***
‘TIll the death my ni***, I'm a rep my ni***
That's a set my ni***, I'm a westside ni***
Westside ni***, westside ni***
‘TIll the death my ni***, I'm a rep my ni***
I'm a westside ni***, westside ni***
Westside ni***, I got love for the north, east, south
But I'm a westside ni***
I'm a westside ni***, westside ni***, westside ni***

Westside ni***, but you deaf my ni***
Disrespect my ni***, catch a wet my ni***
You can bet my ni***, bang, bang, bang, bang
I'm with the seven teal snake eyes, I bet I make you crap out
You ain't tripping in the club off the molly, probably finna get us packed out
Ask about Boogie, you could ask about Boogie
Did they ever tell you that I act sweet
How ironic, we was running niggas fades if we seen them at the track meet
Being a pu*** is still a bad look
Don't get no gun if you just scared to get your ass whooped
Last look at my brody before they took him
Didn't even read his rights before they booked him
How illiterate, my niggas thick, we out here thuggin'
And most my niggas crips, that's different shit but I ain't judgin'
But they know ni*** this that other side shit, I'm still bloodin'
I know we ignorant, just picture it
‘Cause ya'll ain't coming to the motherfuckin' westside

I'm a westside ni***
Looney gangstas be the set my ni***
Disrespect my ni***, leave you stretched my ni***
Try to hit the deck my ni***
Cutthroat gang and we coming at your neck my ni***
Don't take it as a threat my ni***
‘Cause you ain't one
You just another body, when the tape come
Your homies coming for the gift bag
But we hit them where they miss at
More bodies dropping and we did that
MAC-11 [?], push a pu*** ni*** wig back
Aston Matthews in the Aston Martin
With the trigger sparking and the fingers crossing
Bring the choppers, bring the coffins
Somebody get the reaper off him
Get to tripping and we off him
That's what happens when you lost it
That westside ni***, that westside ni***
Yeah we living in hell moving work if it fit on the scale
Put in work for a ticket to jail
Making sense of the madness
So I clean the bitches spill blood on my canvas
From the westside, to the
West coast ni*** we back in