West Up! Lyrics - Ice Cube

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 niggas out there 

I got my muthafuckin' 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 

Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt 

So muthafucker West Up! [x2] 

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Verse 1: 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 niggas 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 flush, 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 niggas 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 muthafucker West Up! 

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Verse 2: Mack 10 

It's gun hoe Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit dees 

Ice Cubes and Dub-Cees is my G's 

And hip-hop, top three niggas 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, give me 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 

Niggas 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: WC 

Front back side to side 

We be givin it up, till the day we die 

Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt 

So muthafucker West Up! 

Verse 3: 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 WS 

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 niggas got the robe reindeer and a sleigh 

We don't call it 5-oh, we call it one time 

It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine! 

1 9 weighs a ton 

How the fuck you think that the West was won? 

Now shit can be squashed over a 40 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 fuckin' colors 

West Up! Nigga. 

Chorus: WC 

Front back side to side 

We be givin it up, till the day we die 

Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt 

So muthafucker West Up! 

Verse 4: WC 

Give it up, give it up 

Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggas are puttin it down 

So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city 

Where niggas 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 stuff till I die. 

[Mack 10] So let the 5-20 slide and put it down from the WestSide. 

Chorus: WC 

Front back side to side 

We be givin it up, till the day we die 

Niggas hit me up, I'm a have ta erupt 

So muthafucker West Up! 

WestSide! 

"Throwin' up the W."