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