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letra de westside (radio edit) - tq

[intro]
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

[verse 1]
i was just a young boy livin’ in the hub city
eastside compton, g
back in the days when ice cube and eazy
had every n-gga talkin’ ’bout, “boy, you can’t —- with me”
remember ice-t had the power (ooh-wee)
hearin’ gunshots l!ckin’ by the hour
when too $hort bumped in every super sport
and told us all how to ride for the west coast

[chorus]
to my peoples, if you hear 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 d-mn 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
[verse 2]
it would seem that long ago (oh no)
we were stealin’ 40s out the liquor store (oh no)
mama started trippin’, so it’s time to go
mob to the park with the locstas
everybody broke so it’s roaches
dj quik was the l!ck
had everybody tryna be from the cpt
y’all remember one time tried to clown
we had to burn the whole thing down

[bridge]
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 ’til i die”

[chorus]
to my peoples, if you hear 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 d-mn 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
[verse 3]
from crenshaw to foothill boulevard
all i see is low-lows and 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 —– scr-ppin’ back against the wall until his knuckles bleed
screamin’ death to all our enemies and those who don’t believe
west coast livin’ be the best to me

[bridge]
one time for my homies in incarceration (ooh yeah 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 ’til i die”

[chorus]
to my peoples, if you hear 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 d-mn day (any d-mn 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 could ride or die
you got to give it up for the westside
[outro]
dedicated to eric “eazy-e” wright, and tupac shakur
rest in peace, homies

- tq

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