Westside

[Hook: Boogie] Westside nigga, westside nigga ‘TIll the death my nigga, I’m a rep my nigga That’s a set my nigga, I’m a westside nigga Westside nigga, westside nigga ‘TIll the death my nigga, I’m a rep my nigga I’m a westside nigga, westside nigga Westside nigga, I got love for the north, east, south But I’m a westside nigga I’m a westside nigga, westside nigga, westside nigga [Verse 1: Boogie] Westside nigga, but you deaf my nigga Disrespect my nigga, catch a wet my nigga You can bet my nigga, bang, bang, bang, bang I’m with the seven teal snake eyes, I bet I make you crap out You ain’t tripping in the club off the molly, probably finna get us packed out Ask about Boogie, you could ask about Boogie Did they ever tell you that I act sweet How ironic, we was running niggas fades if we seen them at the track meet Being a pussy is still a bad look Don’t get no gun if you just scared to get your ass whooped Last look at my brody before they took him Didn't even read his rights before they booked him How illiterate, my niggas thick, we out here thuggin' And most my niggas crips, that's different shit but I ain't judgin' But they know nigga this that other side shit, I’m still bloodin’ I know we ignorant, just picture it ‘Cause ya’ll ain’t coming to the motherfuckin’ westside [Hook] [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] I’m a westside nigga Looney gangstas be the set my nigga Disrespect my nigga, leave you stretched my nigga Try to hit the deck my nigga Cutthroat gang and we coming at your neck my nigga Don’t take it as a threat my nigga ‘Cause you ain’t one You just another body, when the tape come Your homies coming for the gift bag But we hit them where they miss at More bodies dropping and we did that MAC-11 [?], push a pussy nigga wig back Aston Matthews in the Aston Martin With the trigger sparking and the fingers crossing Bring the choppers, bring the coffins Somebody get the reaper off him Get to tripping and we off him That’s what happens when you lost it That westside nigga, that westside nigga Yeah we living in hell moving work if it fit on the scale Put in work for a ticket to jail Making sense of the madness So I clean the bitches spill blood on my canvas From the westside, to the [?] West coast nigga we back in