West Side State of Mind

[Verse 1:]
Welcome to the land of the palm trees and low-lows
Where the ghetto bird's on patrol like it's no more
Limping down the street
I got the .40 tucked
Keep it hot like Tapatio so your ass better duck
In the mix since 16 I been around doing dirt
You got jumped in at 25 and never put work
Posted up on 104
Catch a fade with the homies
Shake hands
Mobbing to the liquor store to get a 40oz
Century y Imperial
(?)
105 West, 405 be the borderline
Letting niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Got some really big homies
Reason why I'm turn up
Tiny, Whero and Chacal
They ain't ever gave a fuck
Rest In Peace
They the reason why I'm banging so tough
In my neighborhood
Ain't no running when you hear gunshots
No I ain't from Compton, South Central or Watts I'm from Lennox!

[Chorus:] (2x)
Lettin' niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Lettin' niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Lettin' niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Fuckin' Mob Figure!
WEST COAST!

[Verse 2:]
On my toes with a pole
Sherrifs stay on patrol
Hood-baby no kidding
I was raised on 104
Riding through the hood on a bike with a spray can
Riding through my enemies
"Now, tell me where they hang at!"
Swagged ghetto fabulous
Hood hella skandalouz
Catch me at the park
Getting head from a ratchet bich
Never been a snitch
So I don't got no paper work
I'm that turnt up banger
That'll make your head hurt
Take your bitch
Put her ass on Century to start work
Hit the County Jail
Kicking back making that spread
Either catch a life term
Or you're ending up dead
If I struggle with you
And I'm up I'm breaking up bread
West Side till I die
Throw my fours to the sky
If you see me in the hood
All you gotta say is Hi
With my Royal Blue Chuck's
Levis' Creased up
Blood marks on my shoes
When you getting beat up
West Side!

[Chorus:] (2x)
Lettin' niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Lettin' niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Lettin' niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Fuckin' Mob Figure!
WEST COAST!

[Verse 3:]
I'm money hungry
I was brought up with an empty tummy
I chased a bag
I flipped the white
That's why I'm never bummy
A jail baby
What you know about that East Lake
Form LP to (?)
From mistakes that we made
I reached the point in life
Where I had to say fuck it
Cus I couldn't sit on my ass
Dead-broke with nothing
I gotta be about it
Never been a half stepper
A .380 for you suckers tryna act clever
I lost it all real quick but I'mma bounce back
I'm super dope on 'em
You would think I smoked crack
I got this weight in my shoulders
But I'mma walk it off
Why you acting brand new
Boy you better knock it off
Trap Knock could eat a dick
Mr. Dee you ain't shit
If I catch you in the streets
I'mma pull the thing quick
And if you think the beef's over
I'm just getting started
Pull the trueno to your dome
Will make you go retarded

[Chorus:] (2x)
Lettin' niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Lettin' niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Lettin' niggas have it
I been labeled as a thug
Fuckin' Mob Figure!
WEST COAST!