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G'yeah, how we get on this one? (Westside)
Uh, my Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)
I said da foes in the house (There's in the house)
MC Eiht in the house,
And this how we gettin down (The new in the house)
To the West, my Gz, to the
To your chest, my Gz, to chest

We puttin it
from block to block, to scale this
From crooked cops to, spots, all around
Uhh, hot to six folds of strawberries
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru
Attitudes, even try it, Tek 9's
AK's, will be in a riot
Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11's spittin
Killers they cheat *?that ass?*
Punk gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle ground
187's, 211's is for the
No ..... kiddin, get peeled in the city
E's you the bomba
we sell, oh, from Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit
Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the
Do or die for the Westside, who's the best?
Fake the West as I it on my chest
Compton is we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you come my
"Get Revenge" is the
sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottles

G'yeah on, uhh
To the West, my Gz, to the
(Uhh, g'yeah, puttin it for 9-6)

Homies, county bound, wit the hot 9's
slam my face to the ground
Hot can you set you up
points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust
(Who) can't stand my
Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my day mission
Kids get up in the rapture
Wit the murderous styles they after
Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave
dem 9 mill's rockin
No is this place I dwell, cross every states
Compton cell mates
Tossed get torn
1-5-9, I us the day I was born
been my destiny
Blast to the so they won't get the best of me
To a big fat grip (grip)
Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we dip
Come test me, don't do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag will definitely keep you
We back
Them killers from the
I'm

G'yeah, (Where we goin?)
To the West, my Gz, to the (To where?)
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to chest (So waddup?)
To the West, my Gz, uhh
all day, Compton all day
G'yeah (come on, uhh, on, uhh)

Our "Do or Die", we specialise in
switches and dumpin fools in ditches
If on, it's on, regulatin
Player hatin, run organisation like a poem
Put that down James Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I ya
Domes get delivered on
Hot heat from under the seat, fools you stagger
My Uzi weighs a
and claimin Compton from, g'yeah, day one
Sometimes I got to God
for puttin me in the middle of the land, where buck and sqwuab
For life, for life and not for this rap
Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it
It got to be that way
For my Gz that's, why
sneaks around, to put the down
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the down
We clown on the
Others try and fade the West but must be crazy
I'm

G'yeah (Hey, on)
To the West, my Gz, to the
Uhh, to chest, my Gz, to your chest
And we ain't no names, uhh
Compton, uhh,
em down, buck em down
em, brrrgh, uhh