Westside 2 the Westside

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 (L-L-L-Lethal)
 It's Remble
 Westside to the Westside, got a .45
 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
 I be dressed in all black when I go ride
 If the homies say it's on, then it's go time
 Westside to the Westside, got a .45
 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
 I be dressed in all black when I go ride
 If the homies say it's on, then it's go time
 Westside to your grand kinds, and they damn kids
 Oh my gosh, girl, it's Remble I can't stand him
 Well, damn bitch, then you prolly have to sit down (sit down, bitch)
 Can't stand me and I ain't even lay no dick down
 Big Glock, this here will get a nigga flip-flop
 Aim it at his feet, have him doing the crip walk
 Stick, this chop' can make a nigga shit his pants (uh)
 This chop' can make a nigga start to feel like Jeremy Lin
 Shoot him in his back and make sure he never walk again (damn)
 Shoot him in his head and make sure he never talk again (damn)
 Bend a corner, throw up dubs when I'm walkin' in (Westside)
 I'm really known to play with drums like a marchin' band
 Westside to the Westside, got a .45
 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
 I be dressed in all black when I go ride
 If the homies say it's on, then it's go time
 Westside to the Westside, got a .45
 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
 I be dressed in all black when I go ride
 (What he say) if the homies say it's on, then it's go time
 Northside to the Eastside, where we C-Slide
 And I been totin' blowers since knee-high
 Straight fifth, with a tint with a .45
 Green light on a lick when it's go time
 All eyes on me when it's showtime
 And I been goin' nuts, you can hold mine
 Like a baby's first word, man I blow mine
 And that bust down fake if it tell time
 He was cryin' in a room, he a snitch, huh?
 Big guns, all blues, I don't do ones
 I don't care 'bout an opp, I'll shoot one
 And that tank turnin' bronze, need a new one, nigga
 Westside to the Westside, got a .45
 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
 I be dressed in all black when I go ride
 If the homies say it's on, then it's go time
 Westside to the Westside, got a .45
 Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
 I be dressed in all black when I go ride
 If the homies say it's on, then it's go time