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Both sides was thuggin'
But when you in my city you know how we comin'
Animals in the field and most of 'em clutchin'
When you livin' this
If you on da corner you a goner home and man up
This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side
A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side
Now if ya want
get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
Nigga that I thug wit' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And nigga we peel caps
Pap,
They done freed Lady Wee welcome home sis
This song was inspired by Mozzy
It's y'all versus us you don't know what you up against
We ain't them you
to represent
And when we ride together we're gonna kill some shit...
[Verse 1]
I got my mind made up, I'm strapped and I'm riddin high
West Side till I die,
to represent
And when we ride together we're gonna kill some shit...
[Verse 1]
I got my mind made up, I'm strapped and I'm riddin high
West Side till I die,
Now is the time
This is the place
To bang back the khakis with the church fat lace
West is the coast, east is the side
Long Beach is the city where
Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
Intro:
Welcome, welcome to the other side of the H.
Yea we known for popping trunk, riding slab, sipping syrup, and banging screw.
But I challenge
O and Joe Cooley, Mix Master Spade, King Tee, Bobby Jimmy
Bumpin' that Roaches!
I was raised by them funkateers
What we give em leave em wit torn
And then we when we ran that punk ass nigga out from South Side?
And god damn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley
How come this mother
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
got crazy on the side lately, tell her don't scream
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy
storms in arizona
I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck
Diplomas
Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye
time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even trip
To an easy travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to read
Then buy
can't get a hook
Of Tone Loc kickin' that raw
Shit for your life
West Side Tribe and Black Mafia Life
dawn
Into the dead of night and on till dawn
We shall ride again
Justice we'll defend
We shall ride again
Hot winds in his face again
Posse by his side
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
got crazy on the side lately, tell her don't scream
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy
pack
And we for whatever
We get down in this pleasure heavy
And we are measured by the tens degrees of math
In a puzzle hand locked, clocked in struggle
What ya say, ya wanna leave this town?
I've grown a little tired, think I need an out
So how about you and I we try to mix things up?
Skip the town
Don't fuss we seein eye to eye
I push the 6 and pass by you're 5
And rush hour in ya ride
Your girl by my side
We gon crush tonight right?
ray j chorus:
by the river (ask around)
I got fishing poles on side of fishes
You gotta feel us
We the real goons, it's a difference
Took his soul away
Threw
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