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Bangin'

Artist:Ice Cube 

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West-syy-eed Huh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at I been down South countin my marbles nigga But I got two sides Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area, I mean the Westside With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz Westside Connection, Ice Cube, W.C., and Mack 10 Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It It's the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you, W double-oh D See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style I throw my set up, I ret up, Nigga I break up No hollow points so I don't jam tha tec up, dog I put tha Cavi all day to parlay, when niggaz trip I spray Then is anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizit Who wanna fuck wit it, since tha World is a ghetto Looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murder Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue I gets my drop on, I regulate the turf I stomp on Everytime I see some I grabs me gun Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from Boom boom bang on I bust back, fuck that Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin Westside niggaz for life, it's gangbangin [Chorus:] Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag 44 mag, throwin up flags If you Bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slangin Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin What do I got get high for, what would I lie for And what would I die for Westside is the best side you got to know Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house? It ain't no rules when you ain't got Nuttin to lose, and a gang of tattoos So throw ya muthaphukkin, set high in the air If you don't care, to ride a wheelchair Watch what hood you select Many niggaz get checked for the tat on they neck We got the cannabis bombay, G ride Hyundai, ya best ta pray we don't Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma thru a glass window Up in L.A. before it was called South Central


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