Lyrics

[Intro: Poppa LQ] Yeah, huh, the big homie Westside L-O-C CJ Mac Put foot down in cowards bastards for '95 Yeah, this is somethin' for y'all haters can hate Keep hating 'Cause this nigga going to the bank with this one right here And it goes like this [Verse 1] Now, I've been around the world and up in every bitch So I gonna making chips but I still ain't rich I guess life is painted what hella ups and downs I pray to God 'cause this nigga still above the ground Plus I still got actions at a million cuz And a half a million chances at a million slugs Kicking the truth for you to chill I used to game like Reggie Miller used to basketball Me and my nigga Mr. M-A-D Puts it down all around for your motherfuckers marks to see And understand what's really going on (What's goin' on?) You know the fuckin' time trick, you know what's in my songs Nothin' but the feel, but don't hate the real All the time tryin' to avoid penitentiary still While all the others niggas put it on to [?] So if you ain't with the clique get your dick spray, Westside! [Chorus: Poppa LQ + CJ Mac] Westside L-O-C Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh! Westside L-O-C I'ma beat that ass if you try to run up on me, nigga Westside L-O-C Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh! Westside L-O-C I'm CJ M-A-C [Verse 2] I've been layin' in the cut for the last few years Watchin' the rising fall of my last few peers Of ninety nine ass niggas tryna ball Forgot about when the niggas used to take carryin' on I know at least nine niggas doin' music in L.A Still they had to go to Houston the fuck with Little J It ain't shit loc, I ain't mad at you stick with dumb But y'all up in my face tryin' to ride a niggas dick (Fuck) I got loc's from L.A. to Richmond Texas to Georgia, back to California Now everywhere I slide I'm steady kickin' the [?] and steady throwin' up Westside But now we're rolling in my bucket And all the niggas so called friends Can't see me with no so called in And hoes ain't even callin' back They think I fell apart from the game And they fall all fallin' back, Westside [Chorus: Poppa LQ + CJ Mac] Westside L-O-C Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh! Westside L-O-C I'ma beat that ass if fuckin' with my homies, nigga Westside L-O-C Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh! Westside L-O-C I'm CJ M-A-C [Verse 3] They done fucked around and put that loc back in the game While soft producin' niggas and directin' in thangs Talkin' shit, grabbing my nuts and countin' bitches for fun Countin' chips, stackin' a grip, dippin', packin' my gun Puttin homies in this shit so we can regulate Giving my niggas second chances and brand new [?] We push it down somethin' terrible We taking this hoodsta life to whole another level Don't be the next motherfucker to get chipped Trying to run up on me with that young ass set trippin' shit (Buck!) I'm leavin' niggas on they ass So, if you creep, best your keep big heat in your dash Niggas can't touch what niggas can't see Niggas can't comprehend what they can't be The game that got a nigga old in fact Call me the motherfuckin' George Foreman of rap , Westside! [Chorus: Poppa LQ + CJ Mac] Westside L-O-C Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh! Westside L-O-C I'ma beat that ass if you try to run up on me, nigga Westside L-O-C Niggas talk shit, but niggas can't cee thee ahh! Westside L-O-C I'm CJ M-A-C [Ending: Poppa LQ] Yeah, [?] nigga Niggas ain't playin' with this right here, nigga We doin' this for bread and [?] nigga And if we don't win, nigga, we don't eat We're serious about this right here CJ Mac, nigga Westside L-O-C You can't cee thee ahh W-E-S-T S-I-muthafucka-D-E, biatch