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West By West/Red Hot (Shelly West) · West Side Story [Original Broadway Cast]; West Side Story [Original Motion Picture Soun (Mark Kozelek) · The West End Story [West End Records] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · West by West (Shelly West) · West of the West (Dave Alvin) · West by West (Shelly West) · Automatic Gunfire (G-Unit) · Automatic (The Jesus and Mary Chain) · Automatic for the People (R.E.M.) · Automatic (Tokio Hotel) – and 90 other albums »


War at 33 1/3
Haven't you heard
I got quick and clever
At the level of a scientist
With this list my fist pumps chumps
And don't miss
Sorry
the desperate gaze of the whole wide world
You turned into a spaced cowgirl
Spaced cowgirl
Lock up the medicine chest
This wild wild woman is way out west
to west
Knowledge step, 33 degrees
327 left to see
So God created a light in which I shine
With sublime rhymes that inclines the mind
Define ancient
we puts it down 

K-9 and P-see from East to North town 

We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step 

So either ya keep on steppin or we
you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Y'all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me) 
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay) 
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle  man) 
I check it
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Why'all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside
Yo, in case you ain't know
I go by the name of Akon and I'm from
(Africa, Africa)
Home of the Goree Islands

I'm from Senegal, West-side
(Africa,
and gutters 
From coast to coast, east to west, south to north 
It's people talking of course! 
Like life is a courtroom 
Most bullshittin' from midnight
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me) 
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay) 
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle  man) 
I check it
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
high from last week
Back at it, the routine is automatic
They love my aesthetics, I love they ass clappin'
It's all sex, we do it the best on the West
to Illinois
I got no choice but to live by the sword 
For my actions and my thoughts are rejected by the lord!

[Chorus: x2] 
From the dark side of S.D.
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk 
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
{"Automatic defense procedures initiated."}

I got dope! Bap!
Grand Hustle nigga (Hustle Gang nigga!)
Yeah yeah yeah! Bap! (Hey! Hey!)
Get dough
[Trisha Takasuki]
Now city attorney James Hahn has slapped 33 members
of the Harpys with a gang afatement law suit
The goal behind the law suit is
to Illinois
I got no choice but to live by the sword
For my actions and my thoughts are rejected by the lord!

[Chorus 2x]
From the dark side of S.D.
You all
shit, I make the rules that I live by 
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high 
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
the same that's it's gon' be
Automatics get tragic when you let niggaz have it
Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbage
Monday morning,
95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammin that ass hole
Throwin the crooked finger ddd- ridin the west
York  my third eye glides with the view like a hawk 

Defined  my mind is automatic  rhymes are tragic 

Fount in the attic  lost you in Asia  Minor
fuck you up
On purpose, on purpose
Automatic K and it's squirtin' (Bow!)

I'm double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity
Got twenty plus in
fucking you now, before I blow up
You know what?
I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw
In the closet like a ridah type of whore by
way, living day by day
Corn rows and hang time, automatics and gang signs
Five-O with them K-9's
Manhunt when it's game time
They was robbing the ice