Why Can't We Live Together

Westside, westside
 I'm from the westside, westside
 Westside, westside
 Westside, westside
 My new girl in all black like Wednesday Adams
 She used to go to private school
 Got a cool attitude, I'm flattered
 Don't wanna talk about what don't matter
 Like how I used to ship out to Atlanta bumping Country Grammar
 What would you do?
 What would you do?
 What would you do?
 If you could get with me and my crew
 What would you do?
 If you could smoke with me and my crew
 They wonder why we never leave the ghetto
 I can't get you out of my mind
 I never leave the ghetto, no
 I can't get it out of my heart
 Never leave the ghetto
 Westside, westside
 I'm so westside, westside
 Never leave the ghetto
 Westside, westside
 Never leave the ghetto
 Westside, westside
 I'm a man of many hats
 All my skills intact, vibe so laid back
 Got the game to make these hoes react
 They ain't fuckin, we don't call those back
 I come at her like
 Ay I like the way that ass bounce
 Like you coming straight down from the bay
 Young niggas, we don't play
 If your homie got a problem with the crew
 That nigga better pray
 Boy I do this every-day
 If they fucking with the pay
 I'm a hustler I'm gonna get it anyway, come on baby
 The pussy wet, let me swim these laps
 I never gave a fuck what you niggas say, whatchu saying
 Man, shit ain't rocket science
 That bullshit you talking, I ain't buying it
 Got a nigga feeling violent
 I wish you wack niggas retire
 Cause ain't none of you shit inspire me
 You don't meet the requirements
 Weak pussy, like the bitches you ride with
 And nigga I don't need no sidekick
 I be that fly nigga
 Han solo slide dolo through the city
 I don't really need the promo
 I know you see me nigga
 Westside, westside for your mind one time
 Eastside, eastside for your mind one time
 Have you ever heard of a slaughter?
 Don't get caught slipping
 Sipping on that Hennessy be getting niggas tripping
 We grew up with bangers
 Probably smoked a blunt with every fucking gang
 It's a D-E-S-T thang!
 Good Joon from the SC, South Central
 Moved to Pasadena from 106th and Denker
 It's true what they say
 You can take a nigga out the hood, but the hood gone be in him
 But I don't want a issue
 But if you need it I got a cool pair of hands and a big ass pistol
 I just wanna see a movie with your sister
 At the drive-in, blowing kush out the window
 We only roll fat blunts, no pencils
 Shit, I'm so West I dropped out of college
 Started popping my collar, locked in with my niggas
 Now we out here getting dollars, Momma told me to be a scholar
 I told mama I'm a stoner
 My first car was a green Impala, you shoulda known it
 Pops found out from smelling my car
 One morning after being with the homies
 But he didn't trip on me
 Cause at that time, him and my grandma was still smoking
 Apples don't fall far from the tree
 Whole family blow, got the whole house reeking
 Bumping some G shit, probably sipping Olde English
 I prefer Miller High Life when we party for no damn reason
 Tis the season, to be sleazy