TQ

TQ - Westside songtekst

Je score:

This is goin` out
To the whole wide Westside
Know what I`m sayin`?
Yeah
Break it down for me
Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on
I was just a young boy livin` in the Up City
Eastside Compton, G
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy
Had every nigga talkin` `bout, Boy, you can`t fuck with me
Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee)
Hearin` gunshot lickin` by the hour
When Too $hort bumpin` every supersport
And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast
To my peoples, if you wit` me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave `em like you just don`t care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin` on and on, it don`t stop, won`t stop
Can`t stop the rideda
That`s why I put it down for the Westside
Didn`t seem that long ago (Oh, no)
We were stealin` forties out the liquor store (Oh, no)
Mama started trippin`, so it`s time to go
Out to the park with the locsters
Hah, everybody broke smokin` roaches
DJ Quik was da shit
Had every nigga claimin` he was from the CPT
Ya` remember
One time tried to clown
We had to burn this bitch on down
One time for my niggas in incarceration
I blaze a dime with you for havin` lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children
Three times for my niggas that done passed 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 wit` me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave `em like you just don`t care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin` on and on, it don`t stop, won`t stop
Can`t stop, you could rideda
Got to give it up for the Westside
From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard
All I see is lowlows in mob cars, datin`s and Five stars
All the true hoes is hittin` switches with all the finest riches
Of course the bombest bitches, don`t get it twisted
Ask me what`s a real G
Show me a nigga scrappin` back
Against the wall until his knuckles bleed (Knuckles bleed)
Screamin` death to all our enemies and those who don`t believe
West Coast livin` be da shit to me
One time for my niggas in incarceration (Ooh, yeah)
I blaze a dime with you for havin` lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some love for all you little ghetto children
Three times for my niggas that done passed 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 wit` me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave `em like you just don`t care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day (All day), every day (Every day)
Any damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin` on and on (Goin` on and on)
It don`t stop (And on and on), won`t stop
Can`t stop, you could rideda
You got to give it up for the Westside
To my peoples, if you wit` me, where you at (Whoa,whoa,whoa)
Throw your dubs in the air, wave `em like you just don`t care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day (Every day), any damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin` on and on (Goin` on and on)
It don`t stop (And on and on), won`t stop
(And on and on), can`t stop
You could rideda
La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
To my peoples, if you wit` me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave `em like you just don`t care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day (All day), every day (Every day)
Sny damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin` on and on, it don`t stop, won`t stop
Can`t stop, you could rideda
TQ gon` give it up for the Westside
To my peoples, if you wit` me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave `em like you just don`t care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin` on and on, it don`t stop, won`t stop
Can`t stop, you could rideda
Got to give it up for the Westside
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Epic

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: They Never Saw Me Coming (1998)

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