Welcome To The Westside

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Worthy] Like we always do about this time, hahaha Ayy, what's happenin', what's happenin', though? It's your boy P Worthy, tapping in all the way from the Westside Bompton, though Yeah, that I got my niggas in this bitch right now, though HopOut Rosebrans, Slumlord Trill (JS) Lil Duece, and that nigga Hitta J3 YS, what's happenin'? Finna kick some mo' funky shit [Verse 1: Slumlord Trill] Don't get caught in the Jungles or a park called Gonzalez On the Brans by the Towns with some P-Funk Ridas Way before rap, me and Worthy been slidin' I used to keep a sack and a strap filled with hollows Back when Bigfase had a spot on Brazil I was serving niggas pills, try to rob me, get killed Five foot bix, she too tall to get bussed on Westside Jungle Stone Bloods, no cut though [Verse 2: HopOut] What's the topic? Rosecrans, Bity of Bompton Process of sending boxes and proper sealing the content Hood prophet, spit toxins, you know shit can get toxic Smoke, we hotbox it, HopOut with all of the nonsense You cats known for beginning and ending the conflict Body, that's my prerogative I gets my main bitches with diamonds and trips Barefooted sitting on islands Permits, we check slips, don't slip inside of that island, nigga [Verse 3: Jay Worthy] Just a Westside nigga [?] I chuck my P high Sliding down two fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside They never heard me brazy slapping out of a G ride (Whoop) I show you how to do it like the greatest of all time (Blood) 4 Bent, West in peace, had to do it for 4 Line 2L, Roy Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides Banging on wax, we only heard of the b-side In the bity where it's brackin', blood, I live in the beehive [Verse 4: Hitta J3] Worthy, let me kick that funky shit, look We'll leave a hole in him like a P sign You can get your head bust speaking out these blinds [?] gotta watch every car that creep by Better use your head, blood, this pistol love to read minds Bentral Ave, wrong mean mug and them triggers blam Put on by the homies, chuck it up and start shaking hands Bernies in the MAC-10 They like what's that? They don't know, that was back then Snitching wasn't tolerated, gunpowder, love the fragrance All games aside when enemies get eliminated Flag on burgundy, my Jungle Stones cherry flamin' Raised off the nonsense, we create the conflict Fill 'em with the hot shit, they run when the chop rip Memories, long live the fallen, ayy, I been on the block since [Verse 5: YS] I been on the block since knee high, ducking the one time Ain't no hesitation up in my blood, 'cause I'm gon' bust mine It's crunch time, hit him up like 'Pac, he in a ghost ride Who won't slide? Campanella, West, bitch, I'm from both sides All my niggas gone living through me 'cause I got soul ties Opps cliquing up, we bought more guns, we slide on both sides My young nigga a demon, plus he mean it, and he gon' ride I ain't tryna make it even, come through squeezing and we fiendin' (Nah, and we fiendin') It's a body for a body, we ain't killing for no reason (We ain't killin' for no reason) Never turning on the gang 'cause I consider that shit treason Nigga jumped up in that water, tried to swim and now he sinkin' (Huh?) Tryna leave a body stiff, I'm too legit, I'm known for creepin'