West Riden

Intro:<br><br>Yeah, Young jock up in this beezee<br>Claiming and representing that S-P geezee shit<br>Putting it down with my nigga the big bad ass<br>Spice 1 and King T<br>High siding and westside riding<br>Got my nigga from the feezee up in this beezee<br>We doing big thangs in the nine seezee<br>Kicking bitches in the booty and pointing out their<br>duty<br>Yeah any motherfucker that wanna try us knows where<br>to find us<br>Motherfucker<br><br>King Tee:<br><br>This shit couldn`t get no harder<br>Niggas is about to make me flip and commit manslaughter<br>All my dreams result to nightmares<br>So I walk around the hood strapped like I don`t care<br>Truth or dare, I dare you to dis the west coast<br>The truth is them niggas will split your vest loc<br>With hollowpoint slugs, Crips and Bloods, we come deep<br>And roll in those Range Rover Jeeps<br>I was a made man at fifteen years<br>Cuz momma didn`t raise no faggotty queer<br>I got paid fronting bad colors in the ninth grade<br>And on the westside is where I play<br>Straight sick, when my big uncle smoked dip<br>And grabbed his four four and took me with him on a<br>lick<br>And sure as the sun will come up and just shine<br>The niggas couldn`t believe the Rolex was all mine<br><br>Spice-1:<br><br>Yeah divine niggas the lexxy shine and the fetty<br>Motherfuckers ain`t ready, see they won`t hold their<br>heads steady<br>when we come with the fifty caliber Desert Eagle<br>Feeling you motherfuckers over slugs equal<br>You these diamonds on the pinky, Rolex up on the wrist<br>Next nigga run up on me for my pieces is catching<br>whole clips<br>No sucker to the G-A in me<br>You fail to realize sometimes that I dump on G-P<br>Black Bossalini, King T-E-E and S-P-I<br>Born to die, westside riding staying high<br>187 proof a ma-a-mack ten shooter<br>Hope the ba-a-black talons go right through you<br>Been mobbing since a youngster, laced like hundred spokes<br>Ain`t no rules in the game, niggas die and go for broke <br>He didn`t no I was strapped, he didn`t no I was ready <br>Blow a hole in his chest and take off with a nigga`s fetty<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Real killers on the westside don`t be fooled<br>We in the sun where the kids wear their vests to school<br>Soft niggas don`t survive they be taking a dive<br>(West Side)<br>Refuse to leave them player haters alive<br>Real killers on the westside don`t be fooled<br>We out west where the kids wear their vests to school<br>Soft niggas don`t survive they be taking a dive<br>(West Side)<br>Refuse to leave them player haters alive<br><br>King Tee:<br><br>Ah yes all the way to niggas in projects<br>That heard about the King that be strapped with two techs<br>Rolling in a Lex with them twenty inch chrome rims<br>Trying to find a ho for some trim<br>Laid back, smoking on the doja loc<br>At the light all the hos watch me cough and choke<br>Young player, can I take a ride with you<br>Hell no, can I trust my life with you<br>You look shady just left four ??? with four babies<br>And I can hear your ass screaming save me<br>Trick I`m in a zone guns, clips and chipped up phones<br>And Vibe tapes of old love songs straight gone<br>Dipping and giving a fuck at who`s tripping <br>Catch a nigga at the airport slipping<br>Huh, what a shame send his ass back from where it<br>came in a casket <br>California love turned drastic<br>I`m come G`d up, niggas getting beat up<br>And I`m smoking all their dirt cess weed up<br>King T`s G style got them hiding<br>Cuz this is what we call west riding<br><br>Spice-1:<br><br>See some of the haters try to fade you partner, but<br>ain`t nobody coming close<br>I keep some scissors up in the cut, so give me ten feet at the most<br>Ain`t no generic artificial, Realer than you can imagine<br>Passing out in the back of limos with a lap full of cash and mashing<br>Dreaming of mad tales, with waterfalls in swimming pools<br>I`m living the life of a rap star<br>Eighty thousand dollar cars, jaccuzzi rooms with minibars<br>Hit the casino dropping fetty on tables smoking Cuban cigars<br>You need to quit<br>Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split<br>Tore back ass out bringing you your hat<br>Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S-P-I<br>But you can`t go one on one Spice 1 because I`m born to die<br>I gets medieval up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches<br>The gangsterism resulting in murderism<br>Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station <br>You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga<br>Where the scrilla<br>Jacking you for your shit, taking your ends pull off my mask<br>Hitting the corner, hopping up in my Benz with your cash<br>Mobbing I mash out, you ass out<br>Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse<br><br>Chorus<br><br>West side Riding while we getting higher<br>That`s the way we do it<br>West side Riding while we getting higher<br>That`s the way we do it<br>On the Westside