Lyrics:
a lot of freaks
But ain't never met a freak like my freak from the west side, yeah
And I know she love me
She don't wanna see me leave, don't wanna see
to party)
California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes, they do, that's right)
In the city of L.A.
In the city of good ol' Watts (good ol' Watts)
In
around a corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice
Feelings
I can tell by the look in your eyes
But there won't be a you & I
Been in the booth don't call my
Line
Remember the times I was down
And out
And you
Straight up comin' from the west side
(This is how we do it)
Oji's got the flavor, yeah
(This is how we do it)
And Monty does it like nobody does it
do it)
Straight up comin' from the west side
(This is how we do it)
Oji's got the flavor, yeah
(This is how we do it)
And Monty does it like
(There's pork in the house)
MC Eiht in the house g'yeah
And this how we gettin' down (The new style in the house)
To the West my Gz to the West
regular guy
Get on top of the bear and she ride I know shawty gon' stay by my side
It was real when I looked in your eye I won't fake it, I won't even try
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resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
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
Yeah
You wanna know how to make it in the city, right
Loopsta
Youngsta
Skyy
Ngisize baba
Ngisize baba
Bless my hustle
Ngisize baba
Ngisize baba
And topped by a black leather vest
Somebody asked how he came by his name
And if he was one of the best.
The eyes of the tall stranger narrowed
He grinned
that I need closed captions
Won't see me stressed from no East/West conflict
the interest Chino X/Ras Kass like Layne Tito removed you from your
bench
no need for a caption
I got put on by four niggas
Wasn't need for no bandage
I did my stuff like a young nigga
That's how I'm s'posed to handle it
That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
I can't, no, I won't hush
I'll say the words that make you
that I don’t believe
In these things because that was the
Guy I would have voted for
Run the next song
How that make you think
Though? The fact that I
Mystikal and Master P.
(They know P they know they know.)
[Hook:] (Master P & Mack 10) X 6
Made niggaz from the South to the West
When the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When them gang sings
Look
West coast shit
West coast shit
West coast onna top... can't tell me different
Home of the champs, the guap and the finer bitches
Purp
serious health risk
Don't tell a man about cameras
Or I'll show them man what stealth is
And how are you gonna ring 999
Like officer I've got a death wish
Straight up comin' from the west side
(This is how we do it)
Oji's got the flavor, yeah
(This is how we do it)
And Monty does it like nobody does it
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