| Wessyde fa life in ya
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| Throwin' up the W, throwin' up the W
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| Yeah, I’m with this, what we throwin' up?
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| Throwin up the W
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| All you busta ass niggaz out there
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| I got my motherfuckin' homeboys in the house
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| My nigga Ice Cube, Mack 10
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| Back to set the record straight
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| For all these busta ass niggaz
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| Who trip, this how we do it nigga
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| Front back, side to side
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| We be givin' it up till the day we die
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| Niggaz hit me up, I’ma have to erupt
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| So motherfucker west up
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| Front back, side to side
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| We be givin' it up till the day we die
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| Niggaz hit me up, I’ma have to erupt
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| So motherfucker west up
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| Nigga clear the lane, here I come once again
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| With this, gangsta click, droppin' this, gangsta shit
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| Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta west sider
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| Rhymer for them niggaz that’s sittin' on them Dayton wires
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| Pump the bass, hit the switch 'cause Ice Cube
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| Mack 10 and Dub-C, back up in this B I itch
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| Straight hoodsta for life, ain’t no lookin' back
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| Ink in my flesh, west side tattered on my chest
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| Walkin' with the shadow of death through the land
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| Of the skankless, south central Los Angeles
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| Home of the Crips and the Bloods
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| Where even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
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| And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
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| You get that tourist ass ganked strollin' through my hood
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| West coast till the casket drop
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| I be throwin' it up, so motherfucker west up
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| It’s gun ho mack one, oh please, you can’t fuck wit deez
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| Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G’z
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| And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new bosses
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| Never slippin' 'cause we flosses, packin' Nina Ross'
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| Nigga, thought you knew how we do it
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| Ain’t a damn thing changed, always on them thangs
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| Forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don’t neglect
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| Just respect and everything I can’t check I wreck
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| Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches
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| Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
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| On the turf where the real hogs dwell
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| Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
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| Inglewood city, the throne I call home
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| Niggaz be so bright, you might need your locs on
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| To bail through, it’s fin you’re in with Mack 10
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| And I gotta confess up, nigga this west up for life
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| Front back, side to side
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| We be givin' it up till the day we die
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| Niggaz hit me up, I’ma have to erupt
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| So motherfucker west up
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| Front back, side to side
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| We be givin' it up till the day we die
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| Niggaz hit me up, I’ma have to erupt
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| So motherfucker west up
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| Now I got ta show you how the west coast rocks
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| No razor blades in my mouth, just a glock
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| And I’m hittin' you up, with that W S
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| The sun rises in the east but it sets in the west
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| No gold teeth, you gets a wreath
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| So hand me the goodies, stockin' mask, no hoodies
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| Christmas day, I’m in a tre
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| While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
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| We don’t call it five, oh, we call it one time
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| It’s my life my life my life my life in the sunshine
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| One nine weighs a ton
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| How the fuck you think that the west was won?
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| Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
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| No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes
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| In the east, we can be brothers but when you come to L.A.
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| Watch your motherfuckin' colors west up, nigga
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| Front back, side to side
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| We be givin' it up till the day we die
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| Niggaz hit me up, I’ma have to erupt
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| So motherfucker west up
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| Front back, side to side
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| We be givin' it up till the day we die
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| Niggaz hit me up, I’ma have to erupt
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| So motherfucker west up
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| Give it up, give it up like the nigga James Brown
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| Me and my niggaz are puttin' it down
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| So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
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| Where niggaz caught slippin' is left with they brains drippin'
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| City of the angels, more like a concrete jungle
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| Full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks
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| I pledge allegiance to the shit till I die
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| So let the five-twenty slide
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| And put it down from the west side
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| Front back, side to side
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| We be givin' it up till the day we die
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| Niggaz hit me up, I’ma have to erupt
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| So motherfucker west up
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| Front back, side to side
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| We be givin' it up till the day we die
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| Niggaz hit me up, I’ma have to erupt
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| So motherfucker west up
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| West side
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| Throwin' up the W |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song West Up! , by - WC & The Maad Circle. Song from the album Curb Servin', in the genre R&B