| TQ "Westside" (Radio Edit Version) |
| This is goin' out |
| To the whole wide Westside |
| Know what I'm sayin'... |
| Yeah... |
| Break it down for me |
| Steady Mobbin', <Rock> Rock on |
| I was just a young boy livin' in the Hub City |
| Eastside Compton G |
| Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy |
| Had everybody yellin' out, "Boy, you can't f*** with me" |
| Remember Ice-T had the power <Ooh...wee...> |
| Hearin' gunshots lickin’ by the hour |
| When Too $hort bumped every super sport |
| And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast |
| To my peoples, if you with me, where you at, throw your dubs in the air |
| And wave 'em like you just don't care |
| From L.A. to the Bay, what you say |
| All day, every day, any damn day |
| Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down |
| Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop, can't stop |
| You could ride or die |
| That's why I put it down for the Westside |
| Didn't seem that long ago <Oh, no...> |
| We were stealin' forties out the liquor store <Oh, no...> |
| Mama started trippin', so it's time to go |
| Mobbed to the park with the locsters |
| Everybody broke, smokin' roaches |
| DJ Quick was the lick |
| Had everybody tryin' to be from the CPT |
| Y’all remember |
| One time tried to clown |
| We had to burn the whole den down |
| One time for my homies in incarceration |
| I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience |
| Two times for my sisters at the county building |
| I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children |
| Three times for my homies that done passed away |
| I tip some gin for you and pray for better days |
| One day everything's gonna be fine |
| But until that day my only reply |
| Is "Westside till I die" |
| To my peoples, if you with me, where you at, throw your dubs in the air |
| And wave 'em like you just don't care |
| From L.A. to the Bay, what you say |
| All day, every day, any damn day |
| Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down |
| Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop, can't stop |
| You could ride or die |
| Got to give it up for the Westside |
| From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard |
| All I see is lolos in mob cars, Daytons and Five Stars |
| All the true hoes is hittin' switches with all the finest riches |
| Of course the bombest chickens, don't get it twisted |
| Ask me what's a real G |
| Show me a nig** scrappin' back against the wall until his knuckles bleed |
| <Knuckles bleed> |
| Screamin' death to all our enemies and those who don't believe |
| West Coast livin' be the best to me |
| One time for my homies in incarceration <Ooh, yeah> |
| I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience |
| Two times for my sisters at the county building |
| I got some love for all you little ghetto children |
| Three times for my homies that done passed away |
| I tip some gin for you and pray for better days |
| One day everything’s gonna be fine |
| But until that day my only reply |
| Is "Westside till I die" |
| To my peoples, if you with me, where you at, throw your dubs in the air |
| Wave 'em like you just don't care |
| From L.A. to the Bay, what you say |
| All day <All day>, every day <Every day>, any damn day <Any damn day> |
| Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down |
| Goin' on and on <Goin' on and on>, it don't stop <And on and on> |
| Won't stop, can't stop |
| You got to give it up for the Westside |
| You could ride or die |
| Dedicated to Eric "Eazy-E" Wright, Tupac Shakur |
| Rest in peace, homies |
Added: August 14, 2000