westside story

[Intro]
[Dirty Red] Yeah, this is how we do it yall
[DJ Yella] check it out, tell them where we from
[Dirty Red] Westside, yeah, thats right
[DJ Yella] Dirty Red is in the house, drop it for them
[Verse 1: Dirty Red]
It all started on a hot summer day
Creepin through L.A. - in a 6 Tray Choverlet
Impala, turned it up, Crenshew
We hit the streets so I put the chrome grip on my lap yall
Thats how we do it on the West Side
Aint nothin nice when the **** * wanna who-ride
So I glide, the further I go, the thicker the hoe
The s**t was on the deck for the gigolo
I moved slow to the liquor bang Parking Lot
My ***** Yella got a taste for some pimpin knots
Since Little Burners, were quick learners
So **** stress, on a night like this
You got to give it your best
[Chorus: Michelle]
Were on the West Side
Swear on the West Side
Started
Yeah, ooooohhhh
[Verse 2: Dirty Red]
Fresh out the sack, Im feelin kind of right
Im pullin down my Rag Top, high as a kite
Boom shinnin of the streets light
When my 17th Crowl sounds bump the concrete
This is how the Gs ball
Got the Glock 10, sittin smooth in the cut
Just incase some s**t jumped, I aint goin out like no punk
In my trunk sittin petty, a Chrome Desert Eagle
Aint trippin of no One Time cause all my s**t is legal
I pulls to the right, some ****** lookin shady
Thinkin cause Im solo, that maybe they can fade me
A little bit crazy but Im keepin my composure
Think up on my head bein puffin on my Dojah
Cause were on the West Side
[Chorus: Michelle]
Were on the West Side
Swear on the West Side
Started
[Verse 3: Dirty Red]
I glanced to my right, these ****** damn aint trippin
I put my s**t on safety and continue with my dippin
Youll see me when you spittin, like this clip to my left
I blow my smoke, clear my throat, put Indo in my chest
Peep my game, haters think, come on us to take a ride
Dippin into a spot over on the West Side
You can get the drink, but bring your whole dank
Cause b*****s nowadays, be all about that gank
I bust me a *****, and pulls to the store
Cause a got a crave for a cold 40 O
And a philly, yeah, so I can get a little tipsy
See my ***** E in a Cold Eight fifty
Were on the West Side
[Chorus: Michelle w/ Minor Variations]
Were on the West Side
West Side, stalkin
Swear on the West Side
Were on the West Side ooooohhhh yeah
West Side, started
Were on the West Side
Were on the West Side
West Side, started, yeah
Were on the West Side
Inside the West Side, yeah
West Side, started
Dirty Red is on the West Side, yeah
West Side, started