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Song title: Master P - Bangin'

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West-syy-eed

Huh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha ice cream man been at
I been down south countin my marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the yea area, I mean the westside
With these motherfuckin west coast bad boyz
Westside connection, ice cube, w.c., and mack 10
Nigga yall know the westside is bout it bout it

Its the i-n-g-l-e here to trouble you, w double-oh d
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret up, nigga I break up
No hollow points so I dont jam tha tec up, dog
I put tha cavi all day to parlay, when niggaz trip I spray
Then is anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizit
Who wanna fuck wit it, since tha world is a ghetto
Looks like Im stuck wit it, killa cali is the state murder
Everyday its a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue
I gets my drop on, I regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back, fuck that
Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin
Westside niggaz for life, its gangbangin

Chorus:

Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag
44 mag, throwin up flags
If you bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slangin
Aint no tamin westside gangbangin

What do I got get high for, what would I lie for
And what would I die for
Westside is the best side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what Im all about
Now which one of yall motherfuckers shot up my mommas house?
It aint no rules when you aint got
Nuttin to lose, and a gang of tattoos
So throw ya muthaphukkin, set high in the air
If you dont care, to ride a wheelchair
Watch what hood you select
Many niggaz get checked for the tat on they neck
We got the cannabis bombay, g ride hyundai, ya best ta pray we dont
Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma thru a glass window
Up in l.a. before it was called south central
Makin niggaz like new statistics while bumpin my stylistics, and
Im locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngsta
Now Im big and strong as herman munster
Its the set I threw up, tha only way ta go
Its the way I grew up, the only way I know, fa sho
It aint about crip or blood, and itll never die
Because theres too much love

Chorus

High as a ki-zite tonite, rollin on my ci-zite
With that dub-s to that c-lite
Im ready, but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this neighborhood quickster
Raised in a system, gang affiliated
America, take a look at what you created
Started in a section, grew like an erection, spreaded like cancer
Now tha countrys infected, gangbangin world wide, beat the death pole
I guess the world really is a motherfuckin ghetto
But westside niggaz are the craziest, thats why Im keepin
My fingas on deez, loaded clips, cause we done served two of them men
Aint no tellin what them niggaz gone get
If they done try to retaliate
I cant sleep, cause death is lookin foe me
I cant shake tha jacket, too many niggaz know me, shazzam!!
I guess Im in too deep, fuck cullas, im riddin over low term beef

Chorus 2x

Gang bangin, huh, cube nigga wassup, w.c., mack 10, master p
Gang bangin nigga, uhhhh, we rowdy, we bout it bout it
Told yall niggaz the westside the best side
We gots sumpin foe all you hatas nigga regulate
Bringin the whole motherfuckin west side, red blue together
Makin green nigga, makin green

Chorus

Nigga its all right ta be a g, westside connection
Live for red and blue, my nigga masta p
But aint no more God for us nigga
But we can live for that green
The legal way baby, the legal way
This song is dedicated, to everybody who fallen victim to gangbangin
World wide westside, real niggaz of tha world unite