Intro: WC 
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya! 
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X 
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up? 
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 
All you busta ass niggaz out there 
I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house ("Throwin 
up the W") 
My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10 
Back to set the record straight for all these busta ass 
niggaz 
Who trip, this how we do it nigga 
Chorus: WC 
Front back side to side 
We be givin it up, till the day we die 
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta erupt 
So motherfucker West Up! 
(Repeat 2X) 
Verse One: WC 
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once again 
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit 
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta WestSider 
Rhymer for them niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton 
wires 
Pump the bass, hit the switch 
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this b-
i-itch 
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back 
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my chest 
Walkin with the shadow of death 
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los 
Angeles 
Home of the Crips and the Bloods 
Where even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud 
And visitors from outta town best to stay in Hollywood 
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my 
hood 
West coast till the casket drop 
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker West Up! 
Verse Two: Mack 10 
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit deez 
Ice Cubez and Dub-Ceez is my G'z 
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new bosses 
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses 
Nigga, thought you knew how we do it 
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them thangs 
Forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't 
neglect 
Just respect and everything I can't check I wreck 
Now you can cross out the bustas and snitches 
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic 
switches allowed 
On the turf where the real hogs dwell 
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for 
sale 
Inglewood City, the throne I call home 
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your locs on 
To bail through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10 
And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for life 
Chorus 
Verse Three: Ice Cube 
Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks 
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a glock 
And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S 
The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West 
No gold teeth, you gets a wreath 
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies 
Christmas day, I'm in a tre 
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a 
sleigh 
We don't call it five-oh, we call it one time 
It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine! 
One nine weighs a ton 
How the fuck you think that the West was won? 
Now shit can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash 
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred spokes 
In the East, we can be brothers 
But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin 
colors 
West Up! nigga 
Chorus 
Verse Four: WC 
Give it up, give it up 
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin 
it down 
So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city 
Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains 
drippin 
City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle 
Full of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks 
I pledge allegiance to the shit till I die 
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down 
from the WestSide 
Chorus 
WestSide! 
("Throwin up the W")