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    Добавлена 26 мая 2013 пользователем Миша

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    Текст песни Westside
    Текст песни Westside
    This is goin' out
    To the whole wide Westside
    Know what I'm sayin'?
    Yeah
    Break it down for me
    Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on
    I was just a young boy livin' in the Hub City
    Eastside Compton, G
    Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy
    Had every nigga talkin' ‘bout, Boy, you can't fuck with me
    Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee)
    Hearin' gunshot lickin' by the hour
    When Too $hort ???fought in every super sport???
    And told us all how to ride for the West Coast
    To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the
    air
    And wave ‘em like you just don't care
    From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
    All day, every day, any damn day
    Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
    Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop, can't stop
    You could ride or die
    That's why I put it down for the Westside
    It would seem that long ago (Oh, no)
    We were stealin' forties out the liquor store (Oh, no)
    Mama started trippin', so it's time to go
    Mob to the park with the locsters
    Everybody broke smokin' roaches
    DJ Quik was the s@#$
    Had every nigga claimin' he was from the CPT
    Y'all remember
    One time tried to clown
    We had to burn this b@#$\% on down
    One time for my niggas in incarceration
    I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience
    Two times for my sisters at the County building
    I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children
    Three times for my niggas that done passed away
    I tip some Gin for you and pray for better days
    One day everything's gonna be fine
    But until that day my only reply
    Is Westside till I die
    To my peoples, if you hear me, where you at, throw your gloves in the
    air
    And wave ‘em like you just don't care
    From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
    All day, every day, any damn day
    Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
    Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop, can't stop
    You could ride or die
    Got to give it up for the Westside
    From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard
    All I see is lolos in mob cars, Daytons and Five Stars
    All the true h@#s is hittin' switches with all the finest riches
    Of course the bombest b@#$\%es, don't get it twisted
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