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This is goin’ out To the whole wide Westside Know what I’m sayin’? Yeah Break it down for me Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on I was just a young boy livin’ in the Hub City Eastside Compton, G Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy Had every nigga talkin’ ‘bout, "Boy, you can’t f@#$ with me" Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee) Hearin’ gunshot lickin’ by the hour When Too $hort ???fought in every super sport??? And told us all how to ride for the West Coast To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the air And wave ‘em like you just don’t care >From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin’ on and on, it don’t stop, won’t stop, can’t stop You could ride or die That’s why I put it down for the Westside It would seem that long ago (Oh, no) We were stealin’ forties out the liquor store (Oh, no) Mama started trippin’, so it’s time to go Mob to the park with the locsters Everybody broke smokin’ roaches DJ Quik was the s@#$ Had every nigga claimin’ he was from the CPT Y’all remember One time tried to clown We had to burn this b@#$% on down One time for my niggas in incarceration I blaze a dime with you for havin’ lots of patience Two times for my sisters at the County building I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some Gin for you and pray for better days One day everything’s gonna be fine But until that day my only reply Is "Westside till I die" To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the air And wave ‘em like you just don’t care >From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin’ on and on, it don’t stop, won’t stop, can’t stop You could ride or die Got to give it up for the Westside >From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard All I see is lolos in mob cars, Daytons and Five Stars All the true h@#s is hittin’ switches with all the finest riches Of course the bombest b@#$%es, don’t get it twisted Ask me what’s a real G Show me a nigga scrappin’ back against the wall until his knuckles bleed (Knuckles bleed) Screamin’ death to all our enemies and those who don’t believe West Coast livin’ be the s@#$ to me One time for my niggas in incarceration (Ooh, yeah) I blaze a dime with you for havin’ 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 niggas 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 till I die" To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the air Wave ‘em like you just don’t care >From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day (All day), every day (Every day), any damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin’ on and on (Goin’ on and on), it don’t stop (And on and on), won’t stop, can’t stop You could ride or die You got to give it up for the Westside To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at (Whoa…whoa…whoa…) Throw your gloves in the air, wave ‘em like you just don’t care >From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day (Every day), any damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin’ on and on (Goin’ on and on), it don’t stop (And on and on), won’t stop (And on and on), can’t stop You could ride or die La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the air Wave ‘em like you just don’t care >From L.A. to the Bay, what you sa