Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC, the MAAD Circle - West Up! lyrics
Ice Cube [O'Shea Jackson Sr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC, the MAAD Circle - West Up! lyrics]
Wessyyrr-fa-liv-ni 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
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!
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!
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
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 LA
Watch your motherfuckin colors
West Up! nigga
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
So let the five-twenty slide and put
It down from the WestSide
WestSide!
("Throwin up the W")
("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
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!
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!
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
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 LA
Watch your motherfuckin colors
West Up! nigga
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
So let the five-twenty slide and put
It down from the WestSide
WestSide!
("Throwin up the W")