Intro: WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!
"Throwin up the W", Ice Cube 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up?
"Throwin up the W", Ice Cube
All you busta ass niggas out there
I got my muthafuckin' homeboys in the house
"Throwin up the W"
My nigga Ice Cube
"Throwin up the W"
Mack 10
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it nigga.
Chorus: WC
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt
So muthafucker West Up! [x2]
Verse 1: WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for them niggas that's sittin on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-i-itch
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flush, WestSide tattered on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the strongest niggas is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood
West coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so muthafucker West Up!
Verse 2: Mack 10
It's gun hoe Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit dees
Ice Cubes and Dub-Cees is my G's
And hip-hop, top three niggas the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you knew how we do it
Ain't A Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, give me room, don't neglect
Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I call home
Niggas be so bright, you might need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! For life.
Chorus: WC
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt
So muthafucker West Up!
Verse 3: Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, with that WS
The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West
No gold teeth, you gets a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
Christmas day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggas got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We don't call it 5-oh, we call it one time
It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
1 9 weighs a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed over a 40 ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be brothers
But when you come to L.A., watch your fuckin' colors
West Up! Nigga.
Chorus: WC
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt
So muthafucker West Up!
Verse 4: WC
Give it up, give it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggas are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city
Where niggas caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle
full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the stuff till I die.
[Mack 10] So let the 5-20 slide and put it down from the WestSide.
Chorus: WC
Front back side to side
We be givin it up, till the day we die
Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt
So muthafucker West Up!
WestSide!
"Throwin' up the W."
