| Westside, Westside
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| Westside, Westside
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| If you’re feeling kind of tipsy and high tonight
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| Take a choke it’s time to ride tonight
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| It’s alright on the Westside, the Westside
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| Break through Stacy Adams, Anchor Blue gangster stepping
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| Ain’t nobody slipping, one of my boys got a weapon
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| I’m headed to the park, jeans swinging left to right
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| Feeling alright, keep my dogs all in sight
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| Baller night, shot caller night, helicopter light spinners
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| And it’s barely the beginning
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| Hot women spending big faces for hours
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| Drinking White Russians and Mintory Sours
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| Leaning like the tower, bent to the limit
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| Take another shot for the block, homey clear it
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| I hear it in the back, I hear it in the front
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| Westside, Killer Cal, whether you like it or not
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| Posted up at the spot, show me what you got
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| Next round is on me, believe me it don’t stop
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| Till you drop, that’s the was we gonna handle this
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| From San Diego to Los Angeles we’re scandelous
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| How about we play quarters or spin the bottle
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| The rule of the game drink it all till it’s hollow
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| Follow my lead, take it to the brain
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| Whether we’re swigging or hitting Mary Jane
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| If you can’t hang or maintain me and my gang
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| Under control and then we let the shots ring
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| If you claim to be a baller let it be known
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| Mr. Shadow from San Diego
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| Killafornia making you bounce to this
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| Worldwide let’s ride through the early mist
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| If you ain’t on the list then you ain’t wanted here
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| Bring all the cups and the brew over here |