Westside Songtext

von Tq

TQ - Westside

This is going out to the whole wide westside
You know what I'm saying yea
Break it down from here
Steady mucking rock rock on

I was just a young boy living in tha hub city
Eastside Compton G
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy had
Everybody yelling out boy you can't **** with me
Remember Ice T had the power
Hearing gunshots licking by the hour
When Too Short bumped in every Superspough
And thaught us all how to ride for the West Coast

To my peoples if you with me
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
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
We were stealing 40's out the liquor store
Mama started tripping so it's time to go
Up to the park with the loesta's
Everybody broke smoking roaches
DJ Quick was the lick that everybody's
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 incarceration
I blaze a dime with you for having lots of patience
Two times for my sista's at the county build'
I got some westside love for all you ghetto children
Three times for my homies that had 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 with me
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
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 are Lolo's and mob cars
Daytons and five stars
All the true hobs 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 scapping back
Against the wall until his knuckles bleed
Screaming death to all our enemies
And those who don't believe
West coast living be the best on me

One time for my homies incarceration
I blaze a dime with you for having lots of patience
Two times for my sista's at the county build'
I got some westside love for all you little ghetto children
Three times for my homies that had 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 with me
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
Won't stop can't stop either ride or die
That's why I put it down for the westside

Dedicated to Eric Eazy E Wright and Tupac Shakur
Rest in peace homies