Bangin'

West-syy-eed

Huh, be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at
I been down South countin my marbles nigg*
But I got two sides
d*mn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area, I mean the Westside
With these motherfkin West Coast Bad Boyz
Westside Connection, Ice Cube, W.C., and Mack 10
nigg* y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It

It the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you, W double-oh D
See me, I take this g*ngb*ng s**t to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret up, nigg* I break up
No hollow points so I don't jam tha tec up, dog
I put tha Cavi all day to parlay, when trip I spray
Then is anybody here all day, s**t I trizit to my clizit
Who wanna fk wit it, since tha World is a ghetto
looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murder
Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
nigg* who is you, what side is you, red or blue
I gets my drop on, I regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back, fk that
Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin
Westside for life, it's g*ngb*ngin

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Red rag blue rag, watchin sag
44 mag, throwin up flags
If you Bout it what you claimin, fk what you slangin
Ain't no tamin Westside g*ngb*ngin

What do I got get high for, what would I lie for
And what would I die for
Westside is the best side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfkers shot up my momma's house?
It ain't no rules when you ain't got
nuttin to lose, and a gang of tattoos
So throw ya muth*ph*kkin, set high in the air
If you don't care, to ride a wheelchair
Watch what hood you select
Many get checked for the tat on they neck
We got the cannabis bombay, G ride Hyundai, ya best ta pray we don't
Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma thru a glass window
Up in L.A. before it was called South Central
Makin like new statistics while bumpin my Stylistics, and
I'm locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngsta
Now I'm big and strong as Herman Munster
It's the set I threw up, tha only way ta go
It's the way i grew up, the only way I know, fa sho'
It ain't about Crip or Blood, and itl never die
Because there's too much love

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High as a ki-zite tonite, rollin on my ci-zite
With that Dub-S to that C-lite
I ready, but them on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis g*ngb*ng track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
nigg* make way for this Neighborhood quickster
Raised in a system, gang affiliated
America, take a look at what you created
Started in a section, grew like an erection, spreaded like cancer
Now tha country's infected, g*ngb*ngin world wide, beat the death pole
I guess the world really is a motherfkin ghetto
But Westside are the craziest, that's why I'm keepin
My fingas on deez, loaded clips, cause we done served two of them men
Ain't no tellin what them gone get
If they done try to retaliate
I can't sleep, cause death is lookin foe me
I can't shake tha jacket, too many know me, Shazzam!!
I guess I'm in too deep, fk cullas, I riddin over low term beef

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in, huh, Cube nigg* wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master P
in nigg*, uhhhh, we rowdy, we Bout It Bout It
Told y'all the Westside the best side
We gots sumpin foe all you hatas nigg* regulate
Bringin the whole motherfkin west side, red blue together
Makin green nigg*, makin green

Chorus

nigg* it's all right ta be a G, Westside Connection
Live for red and blue, my nigg* Masta P
But ain't no more God for us nigg*
But we can live for that green
The legal way baby, the legal way
This song is dedicated, to everybody who fallen victim to g*ngb*ngin
World wide Westside, real of tha world unite