Wessyde fa life niaa
Throwin' up the W, throwin' up the W
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin' up?

Throwin up the W
All you bustaz out there


I got my mother$#&@in' homeboys in the house
My ^!$$% Ice Cube, Mack 10
Back to set the record straight

For all these busta $$# ^!$$%z
Who trip, this how we do it ^!$$%


Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
^!$$%z hit me up, I'ma have to erupt

So mother$#&@er west up

Front back, side to side

We be givin' it up till the day we die
^!$$%z hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So mother$#&@er west up


^!$$% clear the lane, here I come once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin' this, gangsta %#@!

Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta west sider
Rhymer for them ^!$$%z 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, west side tattered on my chest

Walkin' with the shadow of death through the land

Of the !@$#less, south central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest ^!$$%z is drug through the mud


And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist $$# ganked strollin' through my hood

West coast till the casket drop
I be throwin' it up, so mother$#&@er west up


It's gun ho mack one,oh please, you can't $#&@ wit deez
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three ^!$$%z the new bosses

Never slippin' 'cause we flosses, packin' Nina Ross'

^!$$%, 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
%#@! only killers hootchie (*##$es 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

^!$$%z be so bright, you might need your locs on
To bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, ^!$$% this west up for life


Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die

^!$$%z hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So mother$#&@er west up


Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
^!$$%z hit me up, I'ma have to erupt

So mother$#&@er west up

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 ^!$$%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 $#&@ you think that the west was won?


Now %#@! 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 mother$#&@in' colors west up, ^!$$%


Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
^!$$%z hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So mother$#&@er west up


Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
^!$$%z hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So mother$#&@er west up


Give it up, give it up like the ^!$$% James Brown
Me and my ^!$$%z are puttin' it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where ^!$$%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 %#@! till I die
So let the five-twenty slide
And put it down from the west side

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
^!$$%z hit me up, I'ma have to erupt

So mother$#&@er west up

Front back, side to side
We be givin' it up till the day we die
^!$$%z hit me up, I'ma have to erupt
So mother$#&@er west up


West side
Throwin' up the W