West Up!

Wessyyrr-fa-liv-ni-ya!!

("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)

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

[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!

[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!

[Mack 10]

It's gun ho Mack one-0 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, hoochie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed

On the turf where the real hogs dwell

Sewed up the hood, the fattest boulders on the block for sale

Inglewood City, the throne I call home

Niggas be so bright, you might need your locs on

To bell through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10

And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for life

[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

[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

WestSide!

("Throwin up the W")