Tq - Westside Part III lyrics

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Tq - Westside Part III lyrics

(Intro by TQ) I was just a young boy The remix, this is the way we do it (Verse 1 by TQ) Now I'm standing on the corner, high as f** Thinking 'bout bustng a nut And you can say what you wanna It's all about hips and bu*ts and other ways to come Why do they hate all our Khakis embrace When you're right in the way It's just another sunny day in California Seven, eight bomb poppa Snoop Dogg dipping down the show with the dubs Up (Chorus by TQ) I thought you heard about it I proclaim to hate In the city where you bang and bang Dames wear s**y things Just to get you for your change And chickens don't know You'd better be careful this sh** could take over your brain Westside, westside, where we bang, westside, westside (Verse 2 by Jayo Felony) I bang with rock bottom solid, get them mad for the tip up out your wallet b**hes I shine with a five hundred line long rhyme I come from the State where the b**hes be fine on main line It ain't no crime to see I ride a who*e when I hit it from behind You must be out your rabbit a** mind you think your b**h jab a lot You got chips cause here it don't matter when you ain't hit the right spot 'Cause you wanna roll with the thugs that ain't scared to get a swing on Bang gone TQ the whisper that been this bomb b**h here, sing on I'm bullet balling you low as my religion I ain't from 28 If you done believe me then you can come and see me I'm banking, folks had better not come from S.D.C b*atch!!! (TQ) Yeah, my n***a Jayo, today yo, y'all done heard about it? (Chorus) (Verse 3 by Kam) I live this westlife see the stress strife Knife and needles n***as with the sticky green They make Viki jeans and white Filas T-shirt, new chicks be hurting new tricks You brake laws doing wrong, chewing those straws and two-fix One time to greet you with a drawn gun They can't stand to see us having fun these a**holes be on one n***as on the run just like a free laid light Don't house arrest her in an orange vest working on the free-way But we play for keeps, my peeps I represent I'm laying down a law and order boy and quarter roy a time spinner Venom like a snake, I make your muscles lock So I give my spray can a shake and strike your whole block Son, you've got me twisting like the cap on a Guiness stout beer 'Cause when it come to L.A. rap, I'm the tightest n***a out here (Woo sh**!) n***as got amunessure but Kam sees ya (Chorus ' 2') (Outro by TQ) (Repeat 'Westside, westside' through out outro) Yeah! On the remix In case y'all didn't know that was my n***a Jayo, my homeboy Kam and TQ Y'all never saw us coming Westside westside'

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