Lyrics
chorus
Ridin thru west side, and havin the best time
I'm in there, when all the rest hide
I'm goin goin back back to the west side
To live and die, never try afraid to be alive
you rockin with the best, organized on the track
fuck the rest, puttin weak mc's to they death
To the death, i'm spittin venom like a python
then I ride on, till i'm gone off the horizon
I'm number One, never ever second to none
Packin heat but my only weapon's my lung
I got it goin on, I'm king like a pharoah
Stackin that cash, loot, money and deniro
I'm so damn sick, you think the flu is here
Spit liquids thick, but the fluids clear
swagger jackin is not my steez, bitch please
This pimp'll pop, trigga finger itch n squeeze!
switch pleas, pitch trees quickly with speed
sick seeds spit eaze, swiftly succeed
Thats o.n.e spittin, wicked and ill stricken
Invision my lyrics until the chorus kick in
I'm kickin it, rippin it, this be explicit
The most efficient, get it right bitches
I'm all over the streets, when most hide
Represent the west coast and the north side (NORTH SIDE!)
Northwest no less, on top of hip hop
I'm not a blood, thug and I dont crip walk
Dont freestyle for free, and I might skip talk
I'm loc'd, but never get hot just get shot
Its the org ani zed... nex pli cit
No one can be like me, forever vip
You see I be, stylistically high statistic see
Violently rip mc's all over the seven mystic seas
better believe it, pop shots for the west coast
gettin the best hoes, sex most wit the less force
The most explicit, organized so viscous
One life, tune it in turn it up and just listen
When I ride, the rides hot pumpin tupac
bangin the bass, straight hip hop non stop
Last time I was headed west bound, downtown
Heard Daz and Kurupt, yellin dog pound
DPG nate dogg, snoop d.o. double g
Wanted a compton hat when I first heard Eazy E
Mack 10, Westside connection and ice cube
Dr Dre, NWa, and mother fuckin ice cube
I wanna nate dogg hook, that'd be the shit
Or else to rap along side big homie xzibit
Mc ren, the D.o.c. and warren g
Mc Eight, too short and e-40
The Game, lil e, and Guerilla black
Roscoe, crooked i, the west coast is back
I'ma stop right there, and throw up a west side
Cause the north west is bonafide, we here for life
