Wessyde fa life in ya Throwin' up the W throwin' up the W Yeah I'm with this what we throwin' up Throwin up the W All you busta a** niggaz out there I got my motherf**kin' homeboys in the house My ni**a Ice Cube Mack 10 Back to set the record straight For all these busta a** niggaz Who trip this how we do it ni**a Front back side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt So motherf**ker west up Front back side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt So motherf**ker west up Ni**a clear the lane here I come once again With this gangsta click droppin' this gangsta sh*t Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta west sider Rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin' on them Dayton wires Pump the bass hit the switch 'cause Ice Cube Mack 10 and Dub-C back up in this B I itch Straight hoodsta for life ain't no lookin' back Ink in my flesh west side tattered on my chest Walkin' with the shadow of death through the land Of the skankless south central Los Angeles Home of the Crips and the Bloods Where even the strongest niggaz is ** through the mud And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood You get that tourist a** ganked strollin' through my hood West coast till the casket drop I be throwin' it up so motherf**ker west up It's gun ho mack one oh please you can't f**k wit deez Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z And hip-hop top three niggaz the new bosses Never slippin' 'cause we flosses packin' Nina Ross' Ni**a thought you knew how we do it Ain't a damn thing changed always on them thangs Forever and a day so back up gimme room don't neglect Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches Sh*t only killers hootchie b**ches and hot hydraulic switches allowed On the turf where the real hogs dwell Sewed up the hood the fattest bolas on the block for sale Inglewood city the throne I call home Niggaz be so bright you might need your locs on To bail through it's fin you're in with Mack 10 And I gotta confess up ni**a this west up for life Front back side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt So motherf**ker west up Front back side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt So motherf**ker west up Now I got ta show you how the west coast rocks No razor blades in my mouth just a glock And I'm hittin' you up with that W S The sun rises in the east but it sets in the west No gold teeth you gets a wreath So hand me the goodies stockin' mask no hoodies Christmas day I'm in a tre While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it five oh we call it one time It's my life my life my life my life in the sunshine One nine weighs a ton How the f**k you think that the west was won Now sh*t can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash No jokes the land of locs and hundred spokes In the east we can be brothers but when you come to L A Watch your motherf**kin' colors west up ni**a Front back side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt So motherf**ker west up Front back side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt So motherf**ker west up Give it up give it up like the ni**a James Brown Me and my niggaz are puttin' it down So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city Where niggaz caught slippin' is left with they brains drippin' City of the angels more like a concrete jungle Full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks I pledge allegiance to the sh*t till I die So let the five-twenty slide And put it down from the west side Front back side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt So motherf**ker west up Front back side to side We be givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up I'ma have to erupt So motherf**ker west up West side Throwin' up the W