Текст песни Master P f Westside Connection - West Coast Bad Boyz II
Master P f Westside Connection - West Coast Bad Boyz II слова песни
West-syy-eedHuh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been atI been down South countin my marbles niggaBut I got two sidesDamn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area, I mean the WestsideWith these motherfuckin West Coast Bad BoyzWestside Connection, Ice Cube, W.C., and Mack 10Nigga y`all know the Westside is Bout It Bout ItIt№s the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you, W double-oh DSee me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthesBeach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas styleI throw my set up, I ret up, Nigga I break upNo hollow points so I don`t jam tha tec up, dogI put tha Cavi all day to parlay, when niggaz trip I sprayThen is anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizitWho wanna fuck wit it, since tha World is a ghettolooks like I`m stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murderEveryday it`s a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliateNigga who is you, what side is you, red or blueI gets my drop on, I regulate the turf I stomp onEverytime I see some I grabs me gunRed rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be fromBoom boom bang on I bust back, fuck thatLoud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hatI let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no taminWestside niggaz for life, it`s gangbanginChorus:Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag44 mag, throwin up flagsIf you Bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slanginAin`t no tamin Westside gangbanginWhat do I got get high for, what would I lie forAnd what would I die forWestside is the best side you got to knowKeep a calico by the bedside, this what I`m all aboutNow which one of y`all motherfuckers shot up my momma`s house?It ain`t no rules when you ain`t gotnuttin to lose, and a gang of tattoosSo throw ya muthaphukkin, set high in the airIf you don`t care, to ride a wheelchairWatch what hood you select Many niggaz get checked for the tat on they neck We got the cannabis bombay, G ride Hyundai, ya best ta pray we don`t Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma thru a glass windowUp in L.A. before it was called South CentralMakin niggaz like new statistics while bumpin my Stylistics, andI`m locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngstaNow I`m big and strong as Herman MunsterIt`s the set I threw up, tha only way ta goIt`s the way i grew up, the only way I know, fa sho`It ain`t about Crip or Blood, and it№ll never dieBecause there`s too much loveChorusHigh as a ki-zite tonite, rollin on my ci-ziteWith that Dub-S to that C-liteI№m ready, but them niggaz on waitTey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang trackYoung hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusherNigga make way for this Neighborhood quicksterRaised in a system, gang affiliatedAmerica, take a look at what you createdStarted in a section, grew like an erection, spreaded like cancerNow tha country`s infected, gangbangin world wide, beat the death poleI guess the world really is a motherfuckin ghettoBut Westside niggaz are the craziest, that`s why I`m keepinMy fingas on deez, loaded clips, cause we done served two of them menAin`t no tellin what them niggaz gone getIf they done try to retaliateI can`t sleep, cause death is lookin foe meI can`t shake tha jacket, too many niggaz know me, Shazzam!!I guess I`m in too deep, fuck cullas, I№m riddin over low term beefChorus 2XGang bangin, huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master PGang bangin nigga, uhhhh, we rowdy, we Bout It Bout ItTold y`all niggaz the Westside the best sideWe gots sumpin foe all you hatas nigga regulateBringin the whole motherfuckin west side, red blue togetherMakin green nigga, makin greenChorusNigga it`s all right ta be a G, Westside ConnectionLive for red and blue, my nigga Masta PBut ain`t no more God for us niggaBut we can live for that greenThe legal way baby, the legal wayThis song is dedicated, to everybody who fallen victim to gangbangin