I Do It For The Westside

[Verse 1] First Off Right Here This For My Soldiers All My Muthafucken Rollers West Coasters All My Muthafucken Locsters Lets Smoke This Muthafucken Kush Weed West Coast Homie Represent At Full Speed Without No Looking Behind Kush On My Mind Everytime I'm Dropping A Rhyme Feeling Sublime Everytime I Light Up My Mind Smoking On Bomb Something Similar To Sadam Who Sayin' Mr. Criminal Is Insane Blue Is The Color All Inside My Fucken Shoe Strings And Everywhere Between Homie I Step & Get Green I Get Paid To Hit Your City And Light Up The Scene Light Up The Green Homie Get Right In-between The Muthafucken Beat Kick & Clap Homie On Me I'm Steady Repping The Action A Straight Assassin These Lyrical Muthafucken Shit I'm Taking A Fraction Of The Cashfits All Up In My Face Though Way Slow Homie Never Lay Low WestSide, EastSide, SouthSide Dippin' Mr. Criminal Sportin' Blue But Never Fucken Crippin' I'm Just Different Than The Muthafucken Rest Of Em Fools Be Coming Weak Ass Fuck Homie I'm The Best Of Em My Attitude Really Is Fuck The Rest Of Em My Flow Is Sick Ass Fuck Thats Why The Rest Love Em And I Be Dippin' Buzzin' All Up In Public Mr. Criminal Giving A Fuck You Know How I Does It Or How I Do It Did I Say That Shit Wrong? Off This Muthafucken Fluid Of Alcohol Mixed With That Kush Weed But I Been Living This Life Since They Been Rapping About Bling Bling I'm Talking Lil Wayne And All These Other Kats Whose Coming Up With Corny Raps And All This Fucken Crap And That Ain't No Diss Its Just Telling The Truth Listen To Their Interviews They Say That They're Corny Too I've Had A Mainstream Artist Tell Me That Himself Thats Why I Don't Sellout I Stay Myself I Gotta Keep It G I Gotta Keep It Street Matter A Fact Fuck The Industry I Gotta Be Me West Coast Mr. Criminal Still Throwing That H Up Worldwide Muthafuckas No One Can Replace Us Homie Turn The Bass Up Ese Time TO Blaze Up Muthafuckas Raise Up If You Coming To Hate Us I Be Coming With Muthafucken Game Sharper Than Razors Still With The Same Morals From When The Days Of... I Was Straight School'd By The Homies That Raised Us Straight From The Westside Not Far From The Scrapers In The 90s Used To Wear Cortez & Ben Davis Even Though I Never Liked The Team It Was Raiders Its Hood Colors Yeah That Silver & Black With That Blue Rag On My side Time To Attack Mi Moreno & Travieso Straight Living Like Mensos Hopping Out With SKS's Who Wanted Test Us Remember That? Back In The Days Now I Rap About The Life Changing My Ways Trying To Make My Pay In The Shady Ass Game While These Muthafucken Lames Keep Looking At Me Strange And I Still Represent For That Westside And I'll Do It Till My Death Like Biggie Did For Bed-Stuy Lets Ride To A Different Situation On A Different Destination Call It Cali-fornication Like A California Quake I Be Shaking All These Lames Up Since My First Album Told These Lames Step Your Game Up Tryna Tell These Broke Muthafuckas Step Your Change Up Several Lames They Gave Up Since The Day I Came Up [Bridge] This One Right Here For My Soldiers Homie I Do It For Them Gangstas Homie I Do It For That Westside (Westside) Homie Its That Westside (Westside) I Do It For My Soldiers This One Right Here Is For My Gangstas Homie I Do It For That Westside (Westside) Homie Its That Westside (Westside) (x2)