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West Riden'

Artist:Ant Banks  Album:Big Thangs 

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Intro: Yeah, Young jock up in this beezee Claiming and representing that S-P geezee shit Putting it down with my nigga the big bad ass Spice 1 and King T High siding and westside riding Got my nigga from the feezee up in this beezee We doing big thangs in the nine seezee Kicking bitches in the booty and pointing out their duty Yeah any motherfucker that wanna try us knows where to find us Motherfucker King Tee: This shit couldn't get no harder Niggas is about to make me flip and commit manslaughter All my dreams result to nightmares So I walk around the hood strapped like I don't care Truth or dare, I dare you to dis the west coast The truth is them niggas will split your vest loc With hollowpoint slugs, Crips and Bloods, we come deep And roll in those Range Rover Jeeps I was a made man at fifteen years Cuz momma didn't raise no faggotty queer I got paid fronting bad colors in the ninth grade And on the westside is where I play Straight sick, when my big uncle smoked dip And grabbed his four four and took me with him on a lick And sure as the sun will come up and just shine The niggas couldn't believe the Rolex was all mine Spice-1: Yeah divine niggas the lexxy shine and the fetty Motherfuckers ain't ready, see they won't hold their heads steady when we come with the fifty caliber Desert Eagle Feeling you motherfuckers over slugs equal You these diamonds on the pinky, Rolex up on the wrist Next nigga run up on me for my pieces is catching whole clips No sucker to the G-A in me You fail to realize sometimes that I dump on G-P Black Bossalini, King T-E-E and S-P-I Born to die, westside riding staying high 187 proof a ma-a-mack ten shooter Hope the ba-a-black talons go right through you Been mobbing since a youngster, laced like hundred spokes Ain't no rules in the game, niggas die and go for broke He didn't no I was strapped, he didn't no I was ready Blow a hole in his chest and take off with a nigga's fetty Chorus: Real killers on the westside don't be fooled We in the sun where the kids wear their vests to school Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive (West Side) Refuse to leave them player haters alive Real killers on the westside don't be fooled We out west where the kids wear their vests to school Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive


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