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lirik lagu wc and the maad circle - west up!

intro: wc

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 -ss n-ggas out there

i got my motherf-ckin homeboys in the house (“throwin up the w”)
my n-gga ice cube (“throwin up the w”), mack 10
back to set the record straight for all these busta -ss n-ggas
who trip, this how we do it n-gga

[chorus: wc]
front back side to side
we be givin it up, till the day we die
n-ggas hit me up, i’mma have ta erupt
so motherf-cker west up!
(repeat 2x)

[verse one: wc]
n-gga clear the lane, here i come, once again
with this, gangsta cl!ck, droppin this, gangsta sh-t
strictly for the riders who ride us i gotta westsider
rhymer for them n-ggas 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 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 n-ggas 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-0 please you can’t f-ck wit deez
ice cubez and dub-ceez is my g’z
and hip-hop, top three n-ggas the new bosses
never slippin cause we flosses, packin nina rosses
n-gga, 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 k!llers, hoochie b-tches 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
n-ggas 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, n-gga 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 t–th, 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-ggas 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-gga

[chorus]

[verse four: wc]
give it up, give it up
like the n-gga james brown, me and my n-ggas are puttin it down
so bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
where n-ggas 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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