"Westside 2 The Westside" lyrics
Remble & Almightyzay Lyrics
[Intro:]
Ooh
(L-L-L-Lethal)
It's Remble
[Remble:]
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to your grand kinds, and they damn kids
Oh my gosh, girl, it's Remble I can't stand him
Well damn bitch, then you prolly have to sit down
Can't stand me and I ain't even lay no dick down
Big GLOCK, this here will get a nigga flip-flop
Aim it at his feet, have him doing the crip walk
Stick, this chop can make a nigga shit his pants
This chop can make a nigga start to feel like Jeremy Lin
Shoot him in his back and make sure he never walk again
Shoot him in his head and make sure he never talk again
Bend a corner, throw up dubs when I'm walkin' in
I'm really known to play with drums like a marching band
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
[Almighty Zay:]
Northside to the Eastside, where we C-Slide
And I been totin' blowers since knee-high
Straight fifth, with a tint with a .45
Green light on a lick when it's go time
All eyes on me when it's showtime
And I been goin' nuts, you can hold mine
Like a baby's first word, man I blow mine
And that bustdown fake if it tell time
He was crying in a room, he a snitch, huh
Big guns, all blues, I don't do ones
I don't care 'bout an op, I'll shoot one
And that tank turnin' bronze, need a new one, nigga
[Remble:]
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Ooh
(L-L-L-Lethal)
It's Remble
[Remble:]
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to your grand kinds, and they damn kids
Oh my gosh, girl, it's Remble I can't stand him
Well damn bitch, then you prolly have to sit down
Can't stand me and I ain't even lay no dick down
Big GLOCK, this here will get a nigga flip-flop
Aim it at his feet, have him doing the crip walk
Stick, this chop can make a nigga shit his pants
This chop can make a nigga start to feel like Jeremy Lin
Shoot him in his back and make sure he never walk again
Shoot him in his head and make sure he never talk again
Bend a corner, throw up dubs when I'm walkin' in
I'm really known to play with drums like a marching band
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
[Almighty Zay:]
Northside to the Eastside, where we C-Slide
And I been totin' blowers since knee-high
Straight fifth, with a tint with a .45
Green light on a lick when it's go time
All eyes on me when it's showtime
And I been goin' nuts, you can hold mine
Like a baby's first word, man I blow mine
And that bustdown fake if it tell time
He was crying in a room, he a snitch, huh
Big guns, all blues, I don't do ones
I don't care 'bout an op, I'll shoot one
And that tank turnin' bronze, need a new one, nigga
[Remble:]
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Westside to the westside, got a .45
Sent a prayer up to God that I don't die
I be dressed in all black when I go ride
If the homies say it's on then it's go time
Writer(s): Eunique Remble
