• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• West Side - Subb
• West Side - Cocorosie
• West Side - Hopsin

Take a trip down to the West side
Just follow your heart and leave
Take a trip down to the West side
Just follow your dream and leave
It's when everyone around you is trying to cheer you up
While you are feeling down
It's when everything around you reminds you that
It's gonna be hard to go through
She'll never know how much it counts
Now you are gone and she's on her own again
She'll never know how much it counts
Now you are gone, stealing her own plan
Going for the master plan
It's when you know that the race is almost over
And you'll never have another chance
Just take all your gear and leave a little note
'Cuz "I'm leaving for L.A.... yeah"

I'll wait for you until the streets become sand
And all the cellings in new york have come down

I'm the rap maniac with the hooligan eyes
Who's cooler than I? whack niggas move it aside
When you heard I was a big deal you were surprised
West coast bitch
I spent my days as a refugee
Till the rap game came to rescue me
And left my wrist paved in accessories
A dangerous necessity, I came here to wreck mc's
You're wrong if you thinkin' Wayne was the recipe
Nah, he ain't worthy of that, the controversy is back
Get off the kool aid stir me a batch
See I prefer to relax, but I can't and God knows it
Gotta stay raw with the flow that I'm diagnosed with
Oh shit, niggas keep fuckin' with my emotions
Maybe that's the reason that I suffer from psychosis
Shocking as high voltage, fuck it, my life's hopeless
So I had to make sure I killed it when I wrote this
Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still
ballin
Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame
In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you
feel me?
Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at,
right?
Passed by while these niggaz wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to
Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggaz still ballin'
Bounce like a trampoline, thousands that's amped as me
Kids run up on your school campus slap a dean
I grew up on baggy jeans, pornographic nasty dreams
Moral of my damn story life, isn't a happy scene
Wish I was stackin' cream, wish I had a Lamborghin'
Wish I had the cover on a Rolling Stones magazine
I'm sick of the radio playin' all these faggot teens
Keep it real, show me somethin' ill that I haven't seen
For ten years I've been workin' on ill flows
And finally got a fuckin' record deal and I'm still
broke
Man that's not common, bombs that I'm droppin'
Are dope, but all that I can afford is some top Ramen
I notice that ya'll niggas like to dumb the stats
I should stomp your ass out until your lungs collapse
No more corny cowabunga rap, we done with that
It's a rap, keep it up and get your tongue detachedn
Come on
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets
to the head
Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they
graves, watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
Cause {Trick} don't give a fuck, where you coward
niggaz now, blast
Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep
dumpin
I feel heat, everywhere a nigga see me up in the
streets
I don't tweak, Keep a straight .38 under the seat
Mad. Mission Mode. My thoughts are cold
Bought some tans of skins, money bags of gold
Roll and collide Homicide Boxicide
Thug Life and Dogg Pound on this midnight ride
Every since we hit the world
We got stationed, with no hesitation
Make moves nigga, Mr. Too Smooth the elaborate
The slow like potion, focus on the money
Thats made sippin on this poisonous potion
Grandma got you got, too much heat to hot
Cause Shank is shot, Belgium in this poisonous plot
Fame and fortune, fortune from game
We be zags, and this some bout some cats
Taxes its all the same
As long as there money to exchange
Nigga!
'Til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true
motherfuckers
Still ballin', niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
motherfuckers
Still ballin'
'Til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true
motherfuckers
Still ballin', niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
motherfuckers
Still ballin'