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