| You in the War Zone | 
| Ha ha, yeah, uhh. | 
| THX, uh, uh | 
| I wanna go universal one time man | 
| I wanna talk to the whole world man | 
| Cause, cause I know niggaz | 
| I know nig*az feel this sh*t man, e’rywhere man | 
| Don’t matter where you at you gotta feel this cuz | 
| Trip | 
| If you see the police — don’t stop! | 
| You got your heat on the seat — don’t stop! | 
| My nigga ball 'til you fall — don’t stop! | 
| And break a b*tch like a law — don’t stop! | 
| My ni*ga get yo' cash — don’t stop! | 
| Oh, you keep the stash in the dash? | 
| Don’t stop! | 
| Oh, you like to scrape and crawl? | 
| Don’t stop! | 
| Well, we do it with no breaks at all — don’t stop! | 
| Yeah, okay, yeah — don’t stop, don’t quit | 
| You don’t wanna get dropped? | 
| Don’t pop no shit | 
| I’m tellin ni*gaz now, off top, real spit | 
| Like it or not, we who you got to deal wit | 
| Geah — we at your service | 
| You in the War Zone now so don’t be nervous | 
| … And it don’t stop | 
| Everybody drop shit bottom to the top | 
| Uhh, they want me to stop cause I been goin hard on them lately | 
| And I feel raising my right hand sayin, «Motherfucker don’t make me | 
| Slap ya ass for not bringin back the cash | 
| Now do it with no breaks trick and get it real fast» | 
| One of you nig*az gon' feel these bullets | 
| Six cannons, loaded, cock and pull it | 
| West gang, ridin out that’s all we do | 
| West gang nig*a I ain’t gotta explain it to you | 
| Let’s bang | 
| Yeah, if you gettin down to the sound (don't stop!) | 
| If you gotta dump a few rounds (don't stop!) | 
| If some punk clown flags you down (don't stop!) | 
| If you don’t come from the town (don't stop!) | 
| If you tryna hang with the gang (don't stop!) | 
| If you makin money tryna slang (don't stop!) | 
| If the neighborhood’s where you hang (don't stop!) | 
| If bustin shots is yo' thang (don't stop!) | 
| Geah | 
| Look — what’chu tryna do my nig*a? | 
| E’rything you talkin 'bout I been through my nigga | 
| I’m original, busta I’m a D.P.G. | 
| War Zone motherf*cker in the midst of the streets (nig*a) | 
| Geah, you get it and go | 
| When the boys roll past, you’re lettin 'em know | 
| Heat in the waistband, gang of tattoos | 
| Compton, Eiht don’t stop for you fools | 
| Won’t stop learnt it on 'em, I gotta eat chief | 
| Now getcha a*s in my way, I’m snatchin you up by your lil' briefs | 
| Now rock twice and do your hand like this | 
| If you not then stop representin this gangsta sh*t | 
| So we bangs the clip, the main West G spot | 
| Compton, Long Beach, S.E. | 
| Watts | 
| Where nig*az is more sick, more dumb, more gone | 
| Trick, you know where I’m from, the War Zone | 
| If you see the police — don’t stop! | 
| You got your heat on the seat — don’t stop! | 
| My nigga ball 'til you fall — don’t stop! | 
| And break a b*tch like a law — don’t stop! | 
| My ni*ga get yo' cash — don’t stop! | 
| Oh, you keep the stash in the dash? | 
| Don’t stop! | 
| Oh, you like to scrape and crawl? | 
| Don’t stop! | 
| Well, we do it with no breaks at all — don’t stop! | 
| Don’t stop, don’t stop! | 
| Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! |