[TQ:] I was just a young boy, ha ha
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The remix, this is the way we do it
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[TQ:] Now I'm standing on the corner, high as fuck
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Thinking 'bout busting a nut
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And you can say what you wanna
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It's all about hips and butts and other ways to come
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Why do they hate all our Khakis embrace
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When you're right in the way
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It's just another sunny day in California
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Seven, eight bomb poppa Snoop Dogg dipping down the show with the dubs up
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[Chorus]
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[TQ:] I thought you heard about it
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I proclaim to hate
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In the city where you bang and bang
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Dames wear sexy things
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Just to get you for your change
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And chickens don't know
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You'd better be careful this shit could take over your brain
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Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside
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[Jayo Felony:] I bang with rock bottom solid, get them mad for the tip up out your wallet
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Bitches I shine with a five hundred line long rhyme
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I come from the State where the bitches be fine on main line
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It ain't no crime to see I ride a whore when I hit it from behind
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You must be out your rabbit ass mind you think your bitch jab a lot
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You got chips cause here it don't matter when you ain't hit the right spot
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'Cause you wanna roll with the thugs that ain't scared to get a swing on
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Bang gone TQ the whisper that been this bomb bitch here, sing on
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I'm bullet balling you low as my religion I ain't from 28
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If you don’t believe me then you can come and see me
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I'm banking, folks had better not come from S.D.C.
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BIATCH!!!
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[TQ:] Yeah, my nigga Jayo, today yo, y'all done heard about it?
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[Chorus]
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[TQ:] I thought you heard about it
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I proclaim to hate
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In the city where you bang and bang
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Dames wear sexy things
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Just to get you for your change
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And chickens don't know
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You'd better be careful this shit could take over your brain
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Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside
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[Kam:] I live this westlife see the stress strife
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Knife and needles niggas with the sticky green
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They make Viki jeans and white Filas
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T-shirt, new chicks be hurting new tricks
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You brake laws doing wrong, chewing those straws and two-fix
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One time to greet you with a drawn gun
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They can't stand to see us having fun these assholes be on one
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Niggas on the run just like a free laid light
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Don't house arrest her in an orange vest working on the free-way
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But we play for keeps, my peeps I represent
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I'm laying down a law and order boy and quarter roy a time spinner
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Venom like a snake, I make your muscles lock
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So I give my spray can a shake and strike your whole block
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Son, you've got me twisting like the cap on a Guinness stout beer
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'Cause when it come to L.A. rap, I'm the tightest nigga out here
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(Woo shit!) Niggas got amnesia but Kam sees ya
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[Chorus]
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[TQ:] I thought you heard about it
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I proclaim to hate
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In the city where you bang and bang
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Dames wear sexy things
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Just to get you for your change
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And chickens don't know
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You'd better be careful this shit could take over your brain
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Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside
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[Chorus]
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[TQ:] I thought you heard about it
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I proclaim to hate
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In the city where you bang and bang
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Dames wear sexy things
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Just to get you for your change
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And chickens don't know
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You'd better be careful this shit could take over your brain
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Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside
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[Repeat 'Westside, westside' through out outro]
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[TQ:] Yeah! On the remix, in case y'all didn't know that was my nigga Jayo, my homeboy Kam and TQ
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Y'all never saw us coming
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Westside westside
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Westside westside
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Westside Part III (Buddah Remix)
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TQ |