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[Featuring Westside Connection] Folienbeschriftung Langenfeld West-syy-eed Huh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at I been down South countin my marbles nigga But I got two sides Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area, I mean the Westside With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz Westside Connection, Ice Cube, W.C., and Mack 10 Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It Itıs the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you, W double-oh D See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style I throw my set up, I ret up, Nigga I break up No hollow points so I don't jam tha tec up, dog I put tha Cavi all day to parlay, when niggaz trip I spray Then is anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizit Who wanna fuck 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 Nigga 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, fuck that Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin Westside niggaz for life, it's gangbangin Chorus: Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag 44 mag, throwin up flags If you Bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slangin Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin 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 motherfuckers 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 muthaphukkin, set high in the air If you don't care, to ride a wheelchair Watch what hood you select Many niggaz 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 niggaz 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 itıll never die Because there's too much love Chorus High as a ki-zite tonite, rollin on my ci-zite With that Dub-S to that C-lite Iım ready, but them niggaz on wait Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher Nigga 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, gangbangin world wide, beat the death pole I guess the world really is a motherfuckin ghetto But Westside niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz know me, Shazzam!! I guess I'm in too deep, fuck cullas, Iım riddin over low term beef Chorus 2X Gang bangin, huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master P Gang bangin nigga, uhhhh, we rowdy, we Bout It Bout It Told y'all niggaz the Westside the best side We gots sumpin foe all you hatas nigga regulate Bringin the whole motherfuckin west side, red blue together Makin green nigga, makin green Chorus Nigga it's all right ta be a G, Westside Connection Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P But ain't no more God for us nigga But we can live for that green The legal way baby, the legal way This song is dedicated, to everybody who fallen victim to gangbangin World wide Westside, real niggaz of tha world unite
