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tq - westside till i die كلمات الأغنية

this is going out to the whole wide westside
you know what i’m saying,
yeah break it down for me
steady mob, 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 n-gg-
talking ’bout boy you can’t f-ck with me
remember ice t had da power, hearing gunshots lickin’ by the hour
when too short b-mped in every supersport
and taught us all how to ride for the west coast

(chorus)
to my peoples if you with me – where you at
throw your dubs in the air – and wave ’em like you just don’t care
from la to the bay – what you say – all day… everyday… any d-mn day
take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
going on and on, it don’t stop…won’t stop… can’t stop
either ride or die – that’s why i put it down for the westside

didn’t seem that long ago, (oh no) we were stealing 40’s out the liquor store (oh no)
mama started tripping so it’s time to go
up to the park with the locsta’s
everybody broke, smokin’ roaches
dj quik was the sh-t had every n-gg- claiming he was from the cpt
ya’ll remember one-time tried to clown
we had to burn this b-tch on down

(bridge)
one time for my n-gg-s in incarceration
i blaze a dime with you for having lots of patience
two times for my sista’s at the county building
i got some westside love for all you ghetto children
three times for my n-gg-s that done p-ssed 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…
westsdie till i die

from crenshaw to foothill blvd.
all i see are lo lo’s and mob cars – daytons and five stars
all the true hobs is h-ttin’ switches
with all the finest riches of course the bombest b-tches
don’t get it twisted ask me what’s a real g
show me a n-gg- scr-pping back against the wall until his knuckles bleed
screaming death to all our enemies and those who don’t believe
west coast livin’ be the sh-t to me!!!

(bridge)
one time for my n-gg-s in incarceration
i blaze a dime with you for having lots of patience
two times for my sista’s at the county building
i got some love for all you ghetto children
three times for my n-gg-s that done p-ssed 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 with me – where you at
throw your dubs in the air – and wave ’em like you just don’t care
from la to the bay – what you say – all day… everyday… any d-mn day
take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
going on and on, it don’t stop…won’t stop… can’t stop
either ride or die – la la la la la la la la

dedicated to eric eazy e wright and tupac shakur rest in peace homies

- tq

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