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nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los, this is Los Angeles

This shit don't stop, I'm still stackin' my cash
where I come from, who's my friends?
Who's responsible for this little spot that I'm in?
Yo, I see them all playing in my car when I drive by
Telling all
want now?
(Screamin my name)
Come on now, Come on now, ah Come on now
(Way in the back I hear 'em screamin my name)

I ain't the one, that's gettin
WC, Facemob, Southside, Westside
C'mon now, ah, c'mon now
Don't stop, screamin' my name, don't stop
Southside, Westside, Facemob, WC
C'mon now, c'mon
A rough bitch in a beanie the type of bitch that's down to do
a drive by on my enemies
like Mary J. you're all I need 
when I'm in jail the kind of hoe
told
That's the way it is
You got to pay your dues

Low Profile definitely into payin the dues
W.C, DJ Aladdin
Frank, my little brother Crazy
with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
motherfuckas name! 

first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split 

nigga I ain't stupid, you did that shit 



[gunshot]
you say I'm dickin my consumer
Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence
With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance
Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't
Getting' my fingernails cleaned 

And being braided by the finest bitches 

Whateva the case you need to back up off my Benz 

Keep my name out yo
was damn near outta my mind
But ever since I've been down
I'm colorblind

[WC]
Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was told
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
was damn near outta my mind
But ever since I've been down
I'm colorblind

[WC]
Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was told
that I spent with many of em 

Hopin that the Lord let me see the millennium 

Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days 

Fightin for my
[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]
Yo Aladdin, make sure my microphone is on
No wait a minute - hm-hm, now let me check my tone
(Before I start rockin) Yo, what
with no common sense
Hip Hop started in the west
Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riz-right and to my
with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
that I spent with many of em 

Hopin that the Lord let me see the millennium 

Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days 

Fightin for my
with no common sense
Hip Hop started in the west
Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest

[W.C]
Now as I look to my riz-right and to my
the way we bell form dawn to dusk

[WC]
Sick as they come
Sick as thay come
WC got that bomb shit
that'll numb your tongue

Fucking it up
in my
about the pinwheel? (No)
That's the one where I put your legs behind your head
And real dirty like, I'ma spin you around
And grab you by the waist
me, do you miss, (2X) 
Do you miss, 

I remember the love we had 
Not a day goes by 
Heaven knows where you are right now 
But my heart won't lie
handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
You talkin' and playin', your whole
fuck that 

Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat 

I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin 

Westside niggaz for life,