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lirik lagu w c - west up!

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intro: wc
wessyde-fa-life-in-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 -ss n-gg-z out there
i got my motherf-ckin homeboys in the house (“throwin up the w”)
my n-gg- ice cube (“throwin up the w”), mack 10
back to set the record straight for all these busta -ss n-gg-z
who trip, this how we do it n-gg-
chorus: wc
front back side to side
we be givin it up, till the day we die
n-gg-z hit me up, i’ma have ta erupt
so motherf-cker west up!
(repeat 2x)
verse one: wc
n-gg- clear the lane, here i come, once again
with this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta sh-t
strictly for the riders who ride us i gotta westsider
rhymer for them n-gg-z that’s sittin on them dayton wires
pump the b-ss, 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 tattered 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 n-gg-z is drug through the mud
and visitors from outta town best to stay in hollywood
you get that tourist -ss ganked strollin through my hood
west coast till the casket drop
i be throwin it up, so motherf-cker west up!
verse two: mack 10
it’s gun ho mack one-oh please you can’t f-ck wit deez
ice cubez and dub-ceez is my g’z
and hip-hop, top three n-gg-z the new bosses
never slippin cause we flosses, packin nina rosses
n-gg-, thought you knew how we do it
ain’t a d-mn 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
sh-t only killers hootchie b-tches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
on the turf where the real hogs dwell
sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
inglewood city, the throne i call home
n-gg-z be so bright, you might need your locs on
to bail through, it’s fin you’re in with mack 10
and i gotta confess up, n-gg- this west up! for life
chorus
verse three: 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 n-gg-z 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 f-ck you think that the west was won?
now sh-t 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 motherf-ckin colors
west up! n-gg-
chorus
verse four: wc
give it up, give it up
like the n-gg- james brown, me and my n-gg-z are puttin it down
so bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
where n-gg-z 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 sh-t till i die
[mack 10] so let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the westside
chorus
westside!
(“throwin up the w”)


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