Lyrics

It's that W-E-S-T, T-W-O-M-P Represent and I'll pretend That W double O-D-I-E That took the Y-O-C up out of East Co. Co And let it be known That there's some major shit Craking off in the deep East Bay and G's roll From block to block with automatic chops Removable stocks, and extra clips And mob shots pushing crank bombs And yet these bottles make all of us flip I never did much slanging for banging pursuited hard Why the fuck you think they always keeping norteños off the yard? Cuz we smash on the enemy Northern Cal is our vicinity Trying to run shit on our side of the map Get blown back with artillery It's a known fact we're rivaled by many But that don't mean a thing A little more quantity But a higher quality's got to keep domain So when we gather our troops To rowdy your boots Don't be shot cuz I warned ya Come to the topside of California See north siders on every corner Throwing up that mighty ene Packin' heat, holding a fort down And if you disagree your out of pocket Comin' up short now [Chorus: Woodie, x2] All who wear them bloody rags hang Larks and cutty's back swang Mind your own and do your thang If you don't wanna gangbang But if you get the set trippin' And that south come out your mouth Or you disrespect the north Then bet your death will come about [Lil' Los] If you can't stand the heat Then get the fuck out the kitchen Cuz ammunition that I'm dishin' Best believe it ain't missin' The clock is tickin' I'm trippin' The steel that I'm grippin's asking me How the fuck I got myself in this position It's easy the town I'm in gave me a complex They gots me snapping and flashing Over some nonsense So buckle up And keep your chest covered up I'll grab my clip, stuff it up Now it's time to fuck shit up And times are tough But their only gonna get tougher My barrels payin' thunder Leaving suckas smothered for colors I'm coming out the gutters with cutters That be cutting muthafuckas in my way In the bay In that game where you don't play And it's too late You clocked in Now there ain't no stopping Choppers from chopping When you make it to my top ten I'm lost in the zone going crazy Good, I'll shake it There ain't nothin' that can save me From the way the streets raised me [Chorus] [Woodie] Death could come at any moment I've been walking there for years Since I swallowed all my fears And started holdin' back my tears It seems the only way to keep my heart pumping Now is to represent And keep the names alive Of the those homies already dead And when I know I ain't evil But it's evident I ain't heaven sent How could I be when I done committed Each of the deadly seven sins A product of my environment That's bullshit, I ain't buying it Been a killer since birth It's in my blood There's no denying it We got our own constitution Northerners organized And believe it or not This love amongst us All sometimes disguised Tried to hold a job A couple of times But fuck a nine to five Suckas tellin' me what to do I'd rather be shot and buried alive Just let me ride Let me kick it Drink my 40's I admit it I'm addicted I can't get enough To shake it out my system And my fellow homies feel the same And out the trenches of the bay Takin' it day by day One step at a time Closer to our grave [Chorus x2]