Talking: ... Know what I`m sayin? Break it down for me. Steadily mobbin,
rockrock on.
I was just the young boy,
Living in the _hove_ city.
(East Side Compton G)
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy
Had every [nigga] yellin` out
Boy you can`t [fuck] with me`
Remember Ice-T had the power;
hearing gunshots licking by the hour.
When Too $hort bumping every _super_spo_
And told us all how to ride for the West Coast
1- To my peoples if you with 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, going on an` on
It don`t stop, won`t stop, can`t stop, [nigga] ride or die.
That`s why I put it down for the West side.
Didn`t seem that long ago, (oh no)
We was stealing 40s out the liquor sto (oh no)
Mama started tripping so it`s time to go
Mob to the park with the _locstaz_.
Everybody broke smoking roaches
DJ Quik was the [shit], had everybody tryin` to be
From the C-P-T
Y`all remember, Onetime tried to clown
We had to burn this whole thing down.
2- One time for my niggaz in incarceration,
I blaze a dime with you, for having lotza patience
Two times for my sisters at the county buildin
I got some West Side love for all you ghetto children
Three times for my [homies] 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 West Side till I die!
1- To my peoples if you with 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, going on an` on
It don`t stop, won`t stop, can`t stop, [nigga] ride or die.
Got to give it up for the West side.
From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard
All I see is lowlows and mob cars,_datins_ and five stars,
All the true hos is hitting switches,
With all the finest riches.
Of course the finest [bitches], don`t get it twisted.
Ask me what`s a real G? Show me a [nigga] rappin;
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 to me.
2- One time for my niggaz in incarceration,
I blaze a dime with you, for having lotza patience
Two times for my sisters at the county buildin
I got love for all your little ghetto children
Three times for my [homies] that done passed away,
I tip some Gin for you, and pray for better days.
One day everything`s gonna be fiaiaihiahiahaine,
but until that day my only reply, Is West Side till I die!
1- To my peoples if you with 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, going on an` on
It don`t stop, won`t stop, can`t stop, [nigga] ride or die.
Got to give it up for the West side.
Talking: Dedicated to Eric Eazy-E Wright, Tupac Shakur. Rest in
peace,homies.
