Lyrics:
Ain’t gotta prove it
It’s apparent by the jiggle to it
You my better half
Other side
My only focus is you and I
They say they from the Westside
Well it
legit
Paramedics aint save his ass when he got hit
9 times like the cent, better call make a wish
I know he wouldn't last, how he go respond to this
I
I got the world on my side, still do it all by myself
I'm telling niggas don't rent
Take out a mortgage it's better, you get more land for the cent
to Shawn Merriman and do
It like a married man
But I just ain't that selfish so I
Share it with a pair of them
Keep at least twenty cents
Niggas want their
ah)
The Ace of Spades sipper, yay dealer
Pray five times a day, get on the wave, nigga (ayy, ayy, ah)
Baddest bitch you ever seen doin' my braids,
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfucking Westside,
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am
I'm free as a motherfucking bird I swear,
ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide
out
Trap love
I guess I'm giving out
Trap jugg
Trap hugs
Trap love
I might stop
By your spot
Just to cop
A three five
But you screaming forty five
You
Running for 3 or 5 m's in the bank
Be the nigga with 3 and 5 letters in my name
Got my bitch in hood waiting
Till I make it rain
See these niggas
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make
razor tag slice ya face you're it
It's I who come by drive through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at Miami eyes blue five two
I
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
stereo system drillinatics
When I'm open for the law Through it all,
we deliquents Yeah A-wall and juvi hall
With a stink cent, from chronic dogg
Through
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
a room at the Roosevelt
I can make it slide by the poolside
And we gon' make it right, uh
From Sunset down to Northside drive, yeah
And I still shoot my
Live back at 'cha Westside baby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggas know what time it is
(Makaveli
got a misdomener
Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black as Sarafina
Get the hell out Somolia, we didn't call y'all
I can't wait till I can kill all
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