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 LA 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 LA 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 LA 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