Текст песни WC - West Up!

Ego Trip's Greatest Hip-Hop Singles 1995
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: WC
Альбом: Ego Trip's Greatest Hip-Hop Singles 1995
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Intro: WC Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!! ("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up? ("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) All you busta ass niggas out there I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W") My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10 Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggas Who trip, this how we do it nigga Chorus: WC Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I'mma have ta erupt So motherfucker West Up! (repeat 2X) Verse One: WC Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider Rhymer for them niggas 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, WestSide tattoed on my chest Walkin with the shadow of death Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles Home of the Crips and the Bloods Where even the strongest niggas is drug through the mud And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood West coast till the casket drop I be throwin it up, so motherfucker West Up! Verse Two: Mack 10 It's gun ho Mack one, no please you can't fuck wit deez Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z And hip-hop, top three niggas the new bosses Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses Nigga, 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 Shit only killers hootchie bitches 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 Niggas 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, nigga this West Up! for life Chorus Verse Three: Ice Cube 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 niggas 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 fuck you think that the West was won? Now shit 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 motherfuckin colors West Up! nigga Chorus Verse Four: WC Give it up, give it up Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggas are puttin it down So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city Where niggas 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 shit till I die [Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide Chorus WestSide!!! ("Throwin up the W")
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